cordelia's dad
knife
I was out one night acrawling and acreeping. I spied a fair maiden asnoring and asleeping. Just lay your leg over me, do. Says I, "My pretty monarch, I'll come to bed to you." She snored, and replied, "Just come to bed to me, and lay your leg over me do." "Your drawers are so tight that I can not undo them." She snored, and replied, "Then take a knife to them. Just lay your leg over me, do." "I haven't owned a knife since I can remember." She snored, and replied, "There's a knife in the window. Just lay your leg over me, do." The knife was got down and the drawers was cut under, and then they went at it like alightning and athunder and alay your leg over me, do. In about nine months, this maid fell aweeping, and then she remembered the snoring and the creeping and the "Lay your leg over me, do." The babe it was born. It was an awful wonder that it wasn't killed by the lightning and the thunder and the "Lay your leg over me, do." 