BARLEY BROTH. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 213-214.

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BARLEY BROTH . Air — Crowdy . IF tempers were put up to seale , Our Jwohn's wad bear a duced preyce ; He vow'd 'twas barley i' the broth , — Upon my word , says I , it's reyce . " I mek nea faut , " our Jwohnny says , " The broth is guid and varra neyce ; I only say — it's barley broth . " Tou says what's wrang , says I , it's reyce . Did ever mortal hear the leyke ! As if I hadn't sense to tell ! Tou may think reyce the better thing , But barley broth dis just as well . " " And sae it mud , if it was there ; The deil a grain is i' the pot ; But tou mun ayways threep yen down , — I've drawn the deevil of a lot ! " " And what's the lot that I have drawn ? Pervarsion is a woman's neame ! Sae fares-te-weel ! I'll sarve my king , And never , never mair come heame . " Now Jenny frets frae mworn to neet ; The Sunday cap's nae langer neyce ; She aye puts barley i' the broth , And hates the varra neame o' reyce . Thus treyfles vex , and treyfles please , And treyfles mek the sum o' leyfe ; And treyfles mek a bonny lass A wretched or a happy weyfe !