MEG MILLER skipt over to Horton, <br /> And sang as she went like the lark; <br />'A pair of bright eyes hath Tim Morton, <br /> Yet not his the blink of Kit Clark. <br /> <br />'Bob Harkas hath hair crisp and curly; <br /> And when to his queer jokes, we hark, <br />Dour Doll even fails to look surly— <br /> Yet Bob cannot joke like Kit Clark. <br /> <br />'Bill Nichol can whistle so clearly, <br /> The dogs run around him and bark; <br />And Nan likes to hear him right dearly <br /> Yet Bill cannot pipe like Kit Clark. <br /> <br />'Tom Smith like a frantic one danceth <br /> As down the row comes he from wark; <br />And Nell's tinder heart he entranceth— <br /> Yet Tom lacks the spring of Kit Clark. <br /> <br />'Jos Rutter—who dresses like Rutter? <br /> The lad is a bit of a spark; <br />He puts Bella's heart in a flutter— <br /> Yet Jos—what is Jos to Kit Clark? <br /> <br />'Kit Clark is both handsome and clever, <br /> His eyes shine like stars in the dark <br />Has Cowpen his equal?—no, never! <br /> Not one is a match for Kit Clark.'<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kit-clark/
