J827,] A Song. 



VII. 



So round his melancholy neck 

 Poor Joe his drag-chain tied, 



And hook'd it on a hook " Oh ! what 

 A weight is life !" lie cried ; 



Then off he cast himself and thtu 

 The cast-off carman died! 



VIII. 



Howbeit, as his sun was set, 

 (Poor Joe !) at set of sun, 



They laid him in his lowly graw, 

 And gravely that was done; 



And she stood by, and laugh'd outright-r- 

 How wrong the guilty one! 



IX. 



But the day of retribution eome 

 Alike to prince and hind, 



As surely as the summer's sun 

 Must yield to wintry wind : 



Alas ! she did not mind his peace 

 So she'd no peace of mind. 



X. 



For when she sought her bed of rest, 

 Her rest was all on thorn*; 



And there another lover stood, 

 Who wore a pair of horns : 



His little tiny feet were cleft, 

 And cloven, like a fawn's ; 



XI. 



His face and garb were dark and black, 

 As daylight to the blind; 



And a something undefinable 

 Around his skirt was twin'd 



As if he wore, like other pigs, 

 His pigtail out behind. 



XII. 



His arms, though less than other men's, 

 By no means harm-less were: 



Dark elfin locks en-locked his brow 

 You might not call them hair ; 



And, oh ! it was a gag-fly sight 

 To see his eye-balls glare. 



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