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A ship without ever a sail,
May be driven the Lord knows whither,
It’s just such another sad want,
As a shoemaker wanting his leather.
A man that has got but one leg,
Will make but a very bad runner;
And he that’s no eyes in his head,
Will make but a sorrowful gunner.
A bell without ever a clapper,
Will make but a sorrowful sound;
And he that’s no land of his own,
Must work on another man’s ground.
A woman without e’er a fault,
She bright as a star will appear;
But a brewer without any malt,
Will brew us but pitiful beer.
A soldier without any pay,
To fight will be terrible lazy;
And a bed well stocked with fleas,
Will make a man wonderful busy.
A miller without a pair of stones,
He is but a sorrowful soul;
And if he has no corn to grind,
