WALES TO "PUNCH."
Reading edition
On his milking the amende honourable to Wales and the Welsh, in some verses, the last of which was the following:
"And Punch—incarnate justice, Intends henceforth to lick All who shall scorn and sneer at you: You jolly little brick."
I'm glad, old friend, that you your error see, Of sneering where you cannot understand: You've owned your fault: let by-gones by-gones be; Past blows from Punch forgetting—there's my hand. Lick whom you list—creation if you please: Let those who choose laugh at me: let them sneer; I earn, before I eat, my bread and cheese; I love my language; and I like my beer. Content with what I have, so that it come Through honest sources: happy at my lot, I seek not—wish not—for a fairer home. Hard work: my Bible: children: wife: a cot: These are my birthright, these I'll strive to keep, And round my humble hearth affection bind: From Eisteddfodau untold pleasures reap; And try to live at peace with all mankind. Then glad am I that you your error see, Of sneering where you cannot understand: You've owned your fault: let by-gones by-gones be; Past blows from Punch forgetting—there's my hand.