Ballads and lyrics . oothe the sorrowinor child. And bid him not to cry: —20 306 BALLADS AND LYRICS. O Nathan, Nathan, whats a Pig,That thou shouldst weep and wail!Come, bear thee like a butchers child,And thou shalt have his tail! It was the butchers daughter then, So slender and so fair,That sobbed as if her heart would break, And tore her yellow hair; And thus she spoke in thrilling tone,—Fast fell the tear-drops big, —* Ah! woe is me! Alas! Alas ! The Pig! The Pig! The Pig! o o o Then did her wicked fathers lips Make merry with her woe,And call her many a naughty name, Because she whimpere
Ballads and lyrics . oothe the sorrowinor child. And bid him not to cry: —20 306 BALLADS AND LYRICS. O Nathan, Nathan, whats a Pig,That thou shouldst weep and wail!Come, bear thee like a butchers child,And thou shalt have his tail! It was the butchers daughter then, So slender and so fair,That sobbed as if her heart would break, And tore her yellow hair; And thus she spoke in thrilling tone,—Fast fell the tear-drops big, —* Ah! woe is me! Alas! Alas ! The Pig! The Pig! The Pig! o o o Then did her wicked fathers lips Make merry with her woe,And call her many a naughty name, Because she whimpered so. Ye need not weep, ye gentle ones,In vain your tears are shed. Ye cannot wash his crimson cannot soothe the dead. The bright sun folded on his breast His robes of rosy softly over all the west The shades of evening came. He slept, and troops of murdered PigsWere busy with his dreams; Loud rang their wild, unearthly shrieks,Wide yawned their mortal seams. *immmmmmmma^K^mm^=3mmmimmmimm warn. THE SPECTRE PIG. 307 The clock struck twelve; the Dead hath heard; He opened both his eyes,And sullenly he shook his tail To lash the feeding flies. One quiver of the hempen cord, — One struo^orle and one bound, —With stiffened limb and leaden eye, The Pis; was on the oround! And straight towards the sleepers house His fearful way he wended; I And hooting owl, and hovering bat, I On midniojht wing^ attended. f Back flew the bolt, up rose the latch, And open swung the door,And little mincino; feet were heard Pat, pat along the floor. Two hoofs upon the sanded floor. And two upon the bed;And they are breathing side by side, The livinoj and the dead! * Now wake, now wake, thou butcher man IWhat makes thy cheek so pale ?Take hold! take hold ! thou dost not fearTo clasp a spectres tail? Untwisted every winding coil; The shuddering wretch took hold,All like an icicle it seemed, So tapering and so cold. 308 BALLADS AND LYRICS. * Thou comSt with me, thou butcher man!
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