No Room

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  “Very sorry, sir,” again repeated the landlord: “but we really haven’t got a bed vacant in the whole house. In fact, we are putting two, and even three gentlemen in one bed, as it is.”  This staggered us for a bit. But Harris, who is an old traveller, rose to the occasion, and, laughing cheerily, said: “Oh, well, we can’t help it. We must rough it. You must give us a shake-down in the billiard-room.”  “Very sorry, sir. Three gentlemen sleeping on the billiard-table already, and two in the coffee-room. Can’t possibly take you in to-night.” Jerome K. Jerome, “Three Men In A Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog)” Ch. 12 (1889) Artwork by Grok

“There'll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame” by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) (written of King James VIII)



By yon castle wa' at the close of the day, 

I heard a man sing, tho his head it was grey, 

And as he was singing, the tears doon came - 

'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!'

'The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, 

Delusion, oppressions, and murderous wars, 

We dare na weel sayl but we ken wha's to blame 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!

'My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, 

But now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; 

It brak the sweet heart o my faithfu auld dame - 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!

'Now life is a burden that bows me down, 

Sin I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; 

But till my last moments my words are the same - 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!'

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