Nam tibi carior est ille filius equae quam ille filius Dei? Is this son of a mare dearer to you, then, than that son of God?
Tom Pearce,Tom Pearce, lend me your grey mare, All along, down along, out along lee. For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair, Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davey, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk, Old UncleTom Cobleigh and all.
Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, Or cutty sarks run in your mind, Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear 172 RememberTam o' Shanter's mare.
And she, being old, fed from a mashed plate as an old mare might droop across a fence to the dull pastures of her ignorance. Her husband held her upright while he prayed to God who is all-forgiving to send down some angel somewhere who might land perhaps in his foreign wings among the gradual crops. She munched, half dead, blindly searching the spoon.
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