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5 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,

He need not stand taking toll.