A Shropshire Lad
XLVII
THE CARPENTER'S SON
'Here the hangman stops his cart:
Now the best of friends must part.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die.
Now the best of friends must part.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die.
'Oh, at home had I but stayed
'Prenticed to my father's trade,
Had I stuck to plane and adze,
I had not been lost, my lads.
'Prenticed to my father's trade,
Had I stuck to plane and adze,
I had not been lost, my lads.
'Then I might have built perhaps
Gallows-trees for other chaps,
Never dangled on my own,
Had I but left ill alone.
Gallows-trees for other chaps,
Never dangled on my own,
Had I but left ill alone.
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