Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/His All!
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His All!
A bailiff once, a sentimental man,
To seize a cobbler went, and thus began:
"Depart, I must have all."
"If that's the case, thou stupid fool,"
The cobbler said, and handing him a tool,
"Depart, thou hast my awl."