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Now talk'd of this, and then of that,
green, 'tis green, sir, I assure ye.” “ Green!” cries the other in a fury;
Why, sir—d'ye think I've lost my eyes? " wo? Twere no great loss,” the friend replies, “For, if they always serve you thus “You'll find 'em but of little use!” So high at last the contest rose, From words they almost came to blows; When luckily came by a third: To him the question they referr'd; And begged he'd tell 'em if he knew Whether the thing was green or blue.
Sirs,” cries the umpire, cease your pother; • The creature's neither one nor t'other.
“I caught the animal last night,
25. —THE SANDS O' DEE.
“O MARY, go and call the cattle home,
" And call the cattle home,
" And call the cattle home, “ Across the sands o’ Dee!” The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
And all alone went she.
The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o'er and o'er the sand,
And round and round the sand.
And never home came she.
A tress o golden hair,
O’ drowned maiden's hair,
Above the nets at sea.
Among the stakes on Dee.
The cruel crawling foam,
The cruel hungry foam,
To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen have heard her call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee.
26. — JOIIN GILPIN.
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
“ Though wedded we have been
“No holiday have seen.
“ And we will then repair
“ All in a chaise and pair.
“My sister, and my sister's child,
“Myself and children three, “Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride
" On horseback after we.” He soon replied, “I do admire
“Of womankind but one, “ And you are she, my dearest dear,
“Therefore it shall be done. “I am a linen-draper bold,
“ As all the world doth know, “And my good friend the Calender
“ Will lend his horse to go." Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, " That's well said;
" And for that wine is dear, “ We will be furnish'd with our own,
“Which is both bright and clear.” John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O’erjoyed was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
But yet was not allow'd
that she was proud.
Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.
Were never folks so glad,
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's side
Seized fast the flowing mane,
But soon came down again;
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
Although it grieved him sore;
Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs,
“ The wine is left behind!" “Good lack!” quoth he—“yet bring it me,
“My leathern belt likewise, " In which I bear my trusty sword,
6 When I do exercise."
Had two stone bottles found,
And keep it safe and sound.
Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side,
To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat,
He manfully did throw.