THE BANISHED MAID. 



THE BAi>[ISHED MAID. 



A LAMENT ON THE GAME OF SKITTLES BEING FUT A STOP TO GY 

 THE AUTHORITIES IN LEICESTERSHIRE, 



The steady rain comes drizzling- down, 

 The swells are haunting- Leicester town, 

 Alas ! that Dian now should frown 



Upon a Banished Maid ! 



Her nag-s in fettle fit to go, 



Her will as good the way to show. 



Ye Gods ! avert the coming blow 



Upon a Banished Maid. 



Or Nimrod ! from thy history dim 

 That fatal day, when, Queen of Whim, 

 They sentenced thee in judgment grim 

 To be a Banished 31aid. 



Forlorn she goes — they find — they fly ! 

 When hark ! how o-rows that thrillino- crv — 

 Once more she'll either do or die, 



Although a Banished Maid. 



