Are sing to eacill:

    Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob,

    t tremulous sob,

    t eco hill.

    Poor Betty now  all hope,

    s are bent on deadly sin;

    A green-grown pond s has passd,

    And from t,

    Lest sherein.

    And now ss her down and weeps;

    Sucears she never shed before;

    quot;O joy!

    quot;O boy!

    quot;And ;

    A t is come into her head;

    quot;the pony he is mild and good,

    quot;And we have always used him well;

    quot;Perhe dell,

    quot;And carried Joo t;

    then up she springs as if on wings;

    Shinks no more of deadly sin;

    If Betty ?fty ponds should see,

    t of all s would be,

    to drown herein.

    O I migell

    Johnny and his horse are doing!

    time,

    O it into rhyme,

    A most deligale pursuing!

    Per!

    h roam

    t are,

    to lay ar,

    And in  bring it home.

    Perurned ,

    o ail,

    And still and mute, in ,

    All like a silent ,

    ravels on along the vale.

    And now, pering sheep,

    A ?erce and dreadful er he!

    Yon valley, ts so trim and green,

    In ?ve montime, should he be seen,

    A desart wilderness will be.

    Perh head and heels on ?re,

    And like the very soul of evil,

    hes galloping away, away,

    And so hell gallop on for aye,

    t dread the devil.

    I to the muses have been bound,

    teen years, by strong indent