Ragged and torn and true (Clara Angela Macirone)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-14). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 453 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1879 Novello, Ewer, and Co.
Original text and translations
I am a poor man, God knows,
And that all my neighbours can tell;
I want both money and clothes,
And yet I live wondrous well:
I have a contented mind,
And a heart to bear out all;
Tho’ Fortune, being unkind,
Hath given me substance small.
Then hang up sorrow and care,
It never shall make me rue;
What though my back go bare,
I’m ragged and torn and true.
“Tis good to be honest and just,
Tho’ a man be never so poor;
False dealers are still in mistrust,
They’re afraid of the officer’s door.
Their conscience doth accuse,
And they quake at the noise of a bush,
While he that doth no man abuse,
For the law needs not care a rush.
Then well fare the man that can say,
“I pay every man his due;
Although I go poor in array,
I’m ragged and torn and true.”
Old Ballad (ca. 1500)