SIMON LEE, tSMAN, It IN rong>

    In t shire of Cardigan,

    Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,

    An old man dtle man,

    Ive all.

    Of years he has upon his back,

    No doubt, a burty;

    en,

    But oty.

    A long blue livery-coat has he,

    ts fair behind, and fair before;

    Yet, meet him where you will, you see

    At once t he is poor.

    Full ?ve and ty years he lived

    A running sman merry;

    And, t one eye left,

    his cheek is like a cherry.

    No man like he horn could sound.

    And no man was so full of glee;

    to say t, four counties round

    had heard of Simon Lee;

    ers dead, and no one now

    Dhe hall of Ivor;

    Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead;

    he sole survivor.

    ing feats

    Of  eye, as you may see:

    And t limbs ts

    to poor old Simon Lee!

    he has no son, he has no child,

    his wife, an aged woman,

    Lives erfall,

    Upon the village common.

    And he is lean and he is sick,

    tle bodys half awry

    hick

    hin and dry.

    tle knew

    Of illage;

    And nohough weak,

    --t in the village.

    ry could outrun,

    Could leave both man and horse behind;

    And often, ere the race was done,

    one-blind.

    And still the world

    At w rejoices;

    For w,

    heir voices!

    Old Rut of doors h him,

    And does  do;

    For s over stout of li