“I wish I ne’er had seen your face;
But, now, a long farewell!
For you will be my death;—alas!
You will not be my Nell!”
XIII.
Now when he went from Nelly Gray,
His heart so heavy got—
And life was such a burthen grown,
It made him take a knot!
XIV.
So round his melancholy neck,
A rope he did entwine,
And, for his second time in life,
Enlisted in the Line!
XV.
One end he tied around a beam,
And then removed his pegs,
And, as his legs were off,—of course,
He soon was off his legs!
XVI.
And there he hung, till he was dead
As any nail in town,—
For though distress had cut him up,
It could not cut him down!