. Anglo-Belgic ballads and legends, and other tales in verse. et maid, youU cause my death! Cold, wretched, half dead, he raised his head. He thought he heard Mary sneeze;Yes—she points to a plank, on a butt or a tank, The way to climb up now he sees THE TALE OF A BUTT. ICiT Up—up—he hies; to embrace her he tries Where, oh where, has he gone? cried she. O, the rotten plank broke—I fell in—twas no joke,Mary made a butt of me! With a cry of despair, away flew the fair, Leaving her lover to what use are her tears, while hes up to his ears, In water, from the New River?He dare not shout—
. Anglo-Belgic ballads and legends, and other tales in verse. et maid, youU cause my death! Cold, wretched, half dead, he raised his head. He thought he heard Mary sneeze;Yes—she points to a plank, on a butt or a tank, The way to climb up now he sees THE TALE OF A BUTT. ICiT Up—up—he hies; to embrace her he tries Where, oh where, has he gone? cried she. O, the rotten plank broke—I fell in—twas no joke,Mary made a butt of me! With a cry of despair, away flew the fair, Leaving her lover to what use are her tears, while hes up to his ears, In water, from the New River?He dare not shout—the police were about; Most horribly ill at his ease,He began to fear, if the butt he dont clear, In the butt, hes safe, to freeze! Now some men in a iit would have issued a writ, A prey to litigious rage;But young Romeo found, stiff and cold on the gi-ound, A cat, that had died of old seized the slut—popped her into the butt— Theres a cat-a-strophe ! cried he; Now when Mary brews chicory, coffee, or tea. She may drink cat-sup for me!. €^t ?u mx^tnl; 1 h longnt ianlicf i^ariu
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