Tha knaws reight weel ’at we’ve heeard tell
O’ sich strange things afore,
So lass luke quick an’ cut thi stick,
An’ I will bolt the door.”
Like drahnded rats they pass owd Mat’s,
An’ ran dahn to the station;
Owd Betty Bake an’ Sally Shacks
Were both plump aght o’ patience.
“This is a mess,” says little Bess,
’At lives on t’top o’ t’garden;
“There’s my new shawl an’ fine lace fall,
They’ll nut be worth a fardin.”
But, hark! ding-dong goes through the throug,
The bell does give the sign,
Wi’ all its force, the iron horse
Comes trottin’ dahn the line.
Then one by one they all get in,
Wet, fatigued, an’ weary;
The steam does blow, owd Ned doth go,
An’ we come back so cherry.
Whene’er we roam away fra hooam,
No matter wheer or when,
In storm or shower, if in wur power,
To home, sweet home, we turn!
The Bold Buchaneers.
A Military description of the Second Excursion to Malsis Hall, the Residence of JAMES LUND, Esq.
I remember perusing when I was a boy,
The immortal bard Homer—his siege of old Troy,
So the Malsis encampment I’ll sing if you will,
How our brave army “bivoked” on the plains o’ Park Hill.
Near the grand Hall o’ Malsis our quarters we took,
When Lieuteuant-col. Don Frederick spoke,
Commanding his aid-de-camp Colonel de Mann,
To summons and muster the chiefs o’ the clan.