Will Carleton wrote many long narrative ballads, of a homely type. His Betsey and I Are Out, and Over the Hills to the Poorhouse, in their day were known to every household.
A shorter work is:
ELIPHALET CHAPIN’S WEDDING
’Twas when the leaves of Autumn were by tempest-fingers picked,
Eliphalet Chapin started to become a benedict;
With an ancient two-ox waggon to bring back his new-found goods,
He hawed and gee’d and floundered through some twenty miles o’ woods;
With prematrimonial ardour he his hornèd steeds did press,
But Eliphalet’s wedding journey didn’t bristle with success.