ures;

    Ole muses! let me tell

    But  to him befel,

    For sure  range adventures.

    Ole muses! is this kind?

    repel?

    her aid bereave me?

    And can ye thus unfriended leave me?

    Ye muses! whom I love so well.

    , near terfall,

    h headlong force,

    Beneat shining fair,

    As careless as if nothing were,

    Sits upright on a feeding horse?

    Unto s feeding free,

    o give;

    Of moon or stars akes no heed;

    Of such we in romances read,

    --tis Johnny! Johnny! as I live.

    And ts too.

    ty Foy?

    Sain her fears;

    ter-fall she hears,

    And cannot ?nd  boy.

    Your ponys  in gold,

    terrors, Betty Foy!

    Srees,

    And now, all full in view, she sees

    boy.

    And Betty sees too:

    and you tty Foy?

    It is no goblin, tis no g,

    tis ,

    boy.

    She looks again--her arms are up--

    S move for joy;

    Ss as orrents force,

    S urned the horse,

    And fast s boy.

    And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,

    her in cunning or in joy,

    I cannot tell; but while he laughs,

    Betty a drunken pleasure quaffs,

    to  boy.

    And noail,

    And nohe ponys head,

    On t side nohis,

    And almost sti?ed h her bliss,

    A feears does Betty shed.

    She kisses oer and oer again,

    boy,

    Shere,

    She is uneasy every where;

    h joy.

    Ss the pony, wh