[Editor: This poem by William Blocksidge (also known as William Baylebridge) was published in Songs o’ the South (1908).]
The plums are but for those who prove persistent;
Then scorn each rival’s darts as non-existent:
Ev’n though they press your neck, be like the bees,
And fill your lungs by opening your lees!
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 79
ev’n = (vernacular) even
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