And up many arose from their seats to rush out,
When a female dashed through, cast her eyes swift around,
And exhausted fell down, overwhelmed, to the ground,
At the feet of the dame, who was too much affected
To afford the assistance the fair one expected.
And exhausted fell down, overwhelmed, to the ground
"It is Joan! it is Joan!" ran in whispers about,
And in truth on that subject there seemed little doubt;
For poor Murphy kept popping his head in and out,