The cottage was a thatch'd one,
The outside old and mean,
Yet everything within that cot
Was wondrous neat and clean.
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My Nain {grandma] use to recite this poem when I was just a child I'm 79 now. It was so sad and poignant but I loved it so i was always asking her to say it again. All her 12 children were fond of it
My grandad used to recite a parody of this when I was a child in the 1950s. I didn’t know it was a parody at the time! The sausage was a fat one, Its outside was all skin, And inside was the mystery Of the dog called Little Jim.
My father was a collier and used to recite this poem to me when i was a young lad. I think he would have heard it from his father because it is so sad....I am in my 70, s now and did not die as a lad but how i still think of my dear collier dad.... PRB.
This poem is so sad. It was taught to me by my Grandma at the age of 2 years.
Well over 70 years ago my Nanny (Grandma) used to recite this poem to us. I am the only one that can remember it. I loved it so much and found it so sad.