GOODY BLAKE, AND RUE StORY.
Os tter? ter?
ist t ails young harry Gill?
t evermore eetter,
Cter, cter, cter still.
Of coats harry has no lack,
Good duf?e grey, and ?annel ?ne;
on his back,
And coats enougo smother nine.
In March, December, and in July,
quot;tis all th harry Gill;
tell, and tell you truly,
eetter, cter still.
At nig morning, and at noon,
tis all th harry Gill;
Beneathe moon,
eetter, cter still.
Young y drover,
And of limb as he?
his cheeks were red as ruddy clover,
hree.
Auld Goody Blake was old and poor,
Ill fedd shinly clad;
And any man who passd her door,
Mig she had.
All day she spun in her poor dwelling,
And t night!
Alas! twas elling,
It pay for candle-light.
--t in Dorsetshire,
was on a cold hill-side,
And in t country coals are dear,
For tide.
By to boil ttage,
two poor old dames, as I have known,
ill often live in one small cottage,
But s alone.
twas well enough when summer came,
tsome summer-day,
t y_ dame
ould sit, as any linnet gay.
But ter,
Ohen how her old bones would shake!
You would her,
twas a ime for Goody Blake.
hen were dull and dead;
Sad case it hink,
For very cold to go to bed,
And t sleep a wink.
Oer
t nig,
And scatterd many a lusty splinter,
And many a rotten boug.
Yet never had she, well or sick,
As every man who knew her says,
A pile before-ick,
Enougo warm hree days.
No enduring,
And made o ache,
Could any thing be more alluring,
to Goody Blake?
And no must be said,
hen her old bones were cold and chill,
S her bed,
to seek the hedge of harry Gill.
Now ed
trespass of old Goody Blake,
And vo sected,
And ake.
And oft from his warm ?re hed go,
And to take,
And t nig and snow,
co seize old Goody Blake.
And once, behind a rick of barley,
t did and;
the moon was full and shining clearly,
And crisp tubble-land.
--he hears a noise--hes all awake--
Again?--on tip-toe dohe hill
ly creeps--tis Goody Blake,
S the hedge of harry Gill.
Right glad was he when he beheld her:
Stick after stick did Goody pull,
ood behind a bush of elder,
till she had ?lled her apron full.
urned about,
to take,
arted for,
And sprang upon poor Goody Blake.
And ?ercely by took her,
And by t,
And ?ercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, quot;Ive caug last!quot;
thing said,
fall;
And kneeling on ticks, she prayd
to God t is the judge of all.
Sherd hand uprearing,
he arm--
quot;God! of hearing,
quot;O may ;
the cold, cold moon above her head,
thus on her knees did Goody pray,
Young she had said,
And icy-cold urned away.
complaining all the morrow
t he was cold and very chill:
was sorrow,
Alas! t day for harry Gill!
t day ,
But not a he warmer he:
Anot,
And ere three.
tter,
And blankets him pinnd;
Yet still eetter,
Like a loose casement in the wind.
And fell away;
And all wis plain,
t, live as long as live he may,
he never will be warm again.
No o any man ters,
A-bed or up, to young or old;
But ever to ters,
quot;Poor ;
A-bed or up, by night or day;
eetter, cter still.
Nohink, ye farmers all, I pray,
Of Goody Blake and harry Gill.