and Ill stay;

    quot;I fear youre in a dreadful way,

    quot;But I s;

    quot;Good Betty go, good Betty go,

    quot;t can ease my pain.quot;

    t h a prayer

    t God poor Susans life would spare,

    till she comes back again.

    So, t lane she goes,

    And far into t dale;

    And how she ran, and how she walked,

    And all t to alked,

    ould surely be a tedious tale.

    In high and low, above, below,

    In great and small, in round and square,

    In tree and tower was Johnny seen,

    In bush and brake, in black and green,

    twas Johnny, Johnny, every where.

    S ts in the dale,

    And no torments her sore,

    Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,

    to  ts in the brook,

    And never will be heard of more.

    And now she down,

    Alone amid a prospect wide;

    ther Johnny nor his horse,

    Among the gorse;

    tor nor his guide.

    quot;Os! w is become of him?

    quot;Pero an oak,

    quot;ay till he is dead;

    quot;Or sadly he has been misled,

    quot;And joined the wandering gypsey-folk.

    quot;Or  wicked ponys carried

    quot;to the goblins hall,

    quot;Or in tle hes pursuing,

    quot;Among ts, his own undoing;

    quot;Or playing erfall.quot;

    At poor old Susan then she railed,

    o town ss away;

    quot;If Susan  been so ill,

    quot;Alas! I sill,

    quot;My Joill my dying day.quot;

    Poor Betty! in t