r near it,

    Meek as a lamb the pony moves,

    And Johe noise he loves,

    And Betty listens, glad to .

    Away so Susan Gale:

    And Joune,

    ts , ts curr,

    And Johey burr, burr, burr,

    And on he moon.

    eed and  well agree,

    For of theres a rumour,

    t should he lose his eyes and ears,

    And shousand years,

    of humour.

    But t thinks!

    And whinks his pace is slack;

    Nohough he knows poor Johnny well,

    Yet for  tell

    upon his back.

    So t lanes they go,

    And far into t dale,

    And by the down,

    to bring a doctor from town,

    to comfort poor old Susan Gale.

    And Betty, no Susans side,

    Is in tory,

    comfort Johnny soon will bring,

    it diverting thing,

    Of Jo and Johnnys glory.

    And Bettys still at Susans side:

    By time s quite so ?urried;

    Demure e

    Ss, as if in Susans fate

    her life and soul were buried.

    But Betty, poor good woman! she,

    You plainly in ,

    Could lend out of t moments store

    Five years of happiness or more,

    to any t mig.

    But yet I guess t nohen

    itty all  so well,

    And to turns her ears,

    And thence full many a sound she hears,

    o Susan  tell.

    Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans,

    quot;As sure as t;

    Cries Betty, quot;hell be back again;

    quot;tis almost ten,

    quot;t;

    Poor Susan moans