Thomas Love Peacock (Томас Лав Пикок)

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Instead of sitting wrapped up in flannel
With rheumatism in every joint,
I wish I was in the English Channel,
Just going 'round the Lizard Point
All southward bound, with the seas before me,
I should not care whether smooth or rough,
For then no visitors would call to bore me,
Of whose 'good-mornings' I have had enough. 

1. I Dug, Beneath the Cypress Shade
2. A Bill for the Better Promotion of Oppression on the Sabbath Day
3. Life's Uncertain Day
4. Duet
5. The War-Song of Dinas Vawr

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