St Nicholas [serial] . But when the clock struck, the shoe was gone. Dear Sus! Lackaday! Well! Well!The crier ran up and down the street, Ringing his old brass bell:Lost! Lost! Shoe ! Shoe ! Here s a pretty to-do !Has any one seen the Mayors shoe? The folk looked low, the folk looked high, The clerk with a spy-glass searched the sky; The shoemaker dragged the village pond, An old cart-wheel was all he found; Lovers looked for the shoe in pairs, Along by the brook, up the belfry stairs; Children dug for it down on the shore; Serving-maids swept behind the door; The squire with his hounds gallop
St Nicholas [serial] . But when the clock struck, the shoe was gone. Dear Sus! Lackaday! Well! Well!The crier ran up and down the street, Ringing his old brass bell:Lost! Lost! Shoe ! Shoe ! Here s a pretty to-do !Has any one seen the Mayors shoe? The folk looked low, the folk looked high, The clerk with a spy-glass searched the sky; The shoemaker dragged the village pond, An old cart-wheel was all he found; Lovers looked for the shoe in pairs, Along by the brook, up the belfry stairs; Children dug for it down on the shore; Serving-maids swept behind the door; The squire with his hounds galloped over the rocks, All he unearthed was a handsome fox; Dames rummaged their piece-bags through and through. There was nowhere a sign of the Mayors shoe !. THE CRIER RAN UP AND DOWN THE STREET, RINGING HIS OLD BRASS BELL. igo9.] THE LEGEND OF PIDDINGHOE 123
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