THE ’MERGENCY MAN

He was lodging above in Coom,

And he’d the half of the bailiff’s room.

Till a black night came in Coomasaharn

A night of rains you’d swamp a star in.

“To-night,” says he, “with the devil’s weather

The hares itself will quit the heather.

I’ll catch my boys with a latch on the door,

And serve my process on near a score.”

The night was black at the fording place,