Ruth Rayment

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At The Merry Inn... - Poem by Ruth Rayment

Give me a shilling
Give me a note
Give me a gun
I’ll sing you a merry note
Give me your weapons
Go down on your knees
Place your hands on the floor
And beg for your life
No catches, no deeds
I’d bye you a drink
If I wasn’t so weak
I’d shake your hand
If I didn’t need a leak
I’d stay down there
If you want to live
Approaching me up here
Well you wouldn’t have time
To give…

Tuesday 14th June 2005
By Ruth Rayment

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 28, 2010

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