A Shropshire Lad. 45. IF it Chance Your Eye Offend You
IF it chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: ’Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you, And many a balsam grows on ground. And if your hand or foot offend you, Cut it off, lad, and be whole; But play the man, stand up and end you, When your sickness is your soul.
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