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MG-A(G.754.006
21 Feb 1754:12,13 (459)
Morning Prayer of a Poor Old Pedlar, in a Barn.
Thank God, I have slept soundly tonight, and so this
morning am pure and well! Thank God, my ass is well, and
has eat a good lock of hay, and her crust of bread, and
drunk half a pail of water. God bless us both to day, and
give me strength to walk a foot, that I mayn't be forc'd to
get up and ride upon the poor beast that has got luggage
enough already. God Almighty send that folks may want to
buy my wares, and somebody may take a liking to my ballads,
and that them that can afford it may give me some victuals
and drink, and I may'nt give my ballads for it to servants,
when their masters and mistresses don't know on't. God
Almighty lead us thro' green lanes where my poor ass may
light of good croppings, without running into the fields
after folks grass and corn; and that, poor thing! she may'nt
tumble down and hurt herself and break my wares. And God
Almighty incline somebody to give us a night's lodging, and
that I may have a dry barn, and some barley straw an' please
God, for I'm grown old, and a hard bed hurts me worse than
it us'd to do: But I won't mistrust God Almighty's care,
for he never let me want in my life, and so his Great and
Holy Name be praised both now and for evermore. Amen.
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