Sep 10 2004
White Face in Autumn
Of the Sheep is cast away nothing
His horns for notches – to ashes goeth his bones
To Lordes great profit goeth his entire dung,
This tallow also serveth plastrers, more than one,
For harp strings his ropes serve everyone,
Of whose head boiled whole and all
There cometh jelly, ointment full Royal.
For aches and bruises
It is remedy that doeth ease quickly
Causing men’s stark points to recure,
It doeth sinews again restore to life.
Black sheep’s wool, with fresh oil of olive,
The men at arms, with charms, they prove it good
And at straight need, they can well staunch blood.
C13th Verse
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