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<h2>'Dame Peach'</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> Old Dame Peach stuck like a leech to any good bargin what fell in her reach, She never let slip what come in her grip: however they turned she was ready for each; She'd strip herself bare or sell you her hair, or put up a price for her best china ware, Her very own bed in which she was wed would be yours in a second, if only you dare; Of childer she'd lots and would lend you their cots, and although you'd have backed her to lose in a race, Yet at business she shone when the others wor done; and nobody ever could stand in her place. </div> <div class="stanza"> Among all the men she took care of her-sen and was never alarmed at the roughest of tricks, She'd sit in a bar suppin' ale from a jar, till a bargain was driven, her profit to fix. Folk knew her all round and none ever was found but at one time or other had met her somehow, A good stand-up fight it was all her delight: she would get up at midnight to sell you a cow; She bested the men what came out of the Fen, and the folk from the Wold they found theirsens sold, While them from the Heath they was allers beneath; for however they tried they was out in the cold. [40]</div> <div class="stanza"> The top of the tree was our Mrs. P. at swapping a horse or a cargo of tea, She'd purchase old wicks or a truckload of bricks or a house full of furniture, just for a spree, Though she's mounted on high somewhere up in the sky, wherever she is there is business ahead, But I wish she was back when we'd have a real crack on the friends that are gone and the days that are fled; When her shop was a store and a thousand things more; with her busy in-gathering all she could reach: A jewel, a treasure, a caution, a pleasure: Oh! sadly we miss her, our Old Mrs. Peach. [41]</div> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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