My Father he died one day, and he left me his son and heir;
He left me a good warm house, that wanted only a thatch,
A strong oak door to my chamber, that only wanted a latch;
He left me a rare old cow, I wish he’d have left me a sow,
A cock that in fighting was shy, and a horse with a sharp wall eye, &c.
(Universal Songster, 1826, i. 368.)
Even Ophelia could not ask, after Arthur sinking so low, “And will he not come again?”
J. W. E.
September, 1875.