Gin The Goodwife Stint - Poem by Basil Bunting
The ploughland has gone to bent
and the pasture to heather;
gin the goodwife stint,
she'll keep the house together.
Gin the goodwife stint
and the bairns hunger
the Duke can get his rent
onr year longer.
The Duke can get his rent
and we can get our ticket
twa pund emigrant
on a C.P.R. packet.
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