Poem by Anonymous

Limerick. “There was a young curate of Minster…”

There was a young curate of Minster, 
Who admonished a giddy young spinster.
	For she used, on the ice, 
	Words not at all nice 
When he, at a turn, slid against her.

1. Ettrick Banks
2. The Banks o’ Glaizart
3. Barthram’s Dirge
4. The Enchanted Island
5. My Wife Has Ta'en the Gee

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