. Ballads. THE COSSACK EPIC. 171 Gayly adown the wide Borysthenes, Until they came unto some friendly when the heathen had at length grown shy ofTheir conquest, she one day came back again to KiofF. XX. Finis, or tile NOT, O ReA-DEK, THAT WerE LAITGHIXG AT Tou;Yoty MAY ao to Kioff now, and see the statue ! ]7^ TlTM/MlSirs CAUMKN TITMARSirS C.\RMEN LILLIEXSE. Lille, Sept. 2, 1S43 My neart is uca)i/, mj/ peace is gone, Hoio shall I eer my woes reveal ?/ have no money, I lie in pawn, A stranger in the town of Lille. With twenty pounds but three weeks sin
. Ballads. THE COSSACK EPIC. 171 Gayly adown the wide Borysthenes, Until they came unto some friendly when the heathen had at length grown shy ofTheir conquest, she one day came back again to KiofF. XX. Finis, or tile NOT, O ReA-DEK, THAT WerE LAITGHIXG AT Tou;Yoty MAY ao to Kioff now, and see the statue ! ]7^ TlTM/MlSirs CAUMKN TITMARSirS C.\RMEN LILLIEXSE. Lille, Sept. 2, 1S43 My neart is uca)i/, mj/ peace is gone, Hoio shall I eer my woes reveal ?/ have no money, I lie in pawn, A stranger in the town of Lille. With twenty pounds but three weeks sinceFrom Paris forth did Titmarsh wheel, I thought myself as rich a princeAs beggar poor Im now at Lille. Confiding in my ample moans — In troth, I Avas a happy chiel !I passed the gates of Valenciennes. I never thought to come bv 174 Tii marshs carmen lilmknse, I never thought my twenty pounds Some rascal knave would dare to steal; I gayly passed the Belgic bounds At Quievrain, twenty miles from Lille. To Antwerp town I hastened as I took my evening mealI felt my pouch, — my purse was lost, 0 Heaven ! Why came I not by Lille ? I straightw-ay called for ink and pen, To grandmamma I made appeal;Meanwhile a loan of guineas ten 1 borrowed from a friend so leal. I got the cash from grandmamma, (Her gentle heart my woes could feel) But where I went, and what I matters ? Here I am at Lille. My heart is weary, my peace is shall I eer my woes reveal ? I have no cash, I lie in stranger in the town of Lille. TITMARSH S CARMEN LILLIENSE. To Stealing I can never come. To pawn my watch Im too genteel, Besides, I left my watch at home ;How could I pawn it, then, at Lille ? La note, at times the guests will say,I turn as white as cold boiled veal; I turn and look another way,I dare not ask
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