donne
! Find me a simile for it, you uninventive poets! Indeed, I'd
like to see you do it.
But he chimed in, nevertheless, with his pleasant throaty baritone,
and lilted his own part quite creditably.
"I've been to seek a wife,
She's the joy of my life;
She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother"--
Only Billy sang it "father," just as they used to do.
And then they sang it through, did Margaret and Billy--sang of the