Poem by Basil Cheesman Bunting

Gin the Goodwife Stint

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	
one year longer.	
 	
The Duke can get his rent	
and we can get our ticket	
twa pund emigrant	
on a C.P.R. packet.

1. What the Chairman Told Tom
2. On the Fly-Leaf of Pound’s Cantos
3. At Briggflatts Meetinghouse

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