I make my victims fairly dance,
When rain about is flying.
And out I’ll neither come nor go,
From feet I’m hard to sever,
And they may cut and they may mow,
But I grow on for ever.
From Ye Old Brum and ye New, by Jayhay.
Houghton and Hammond, Birmingham, 1878.
The River.
A Steamboat Version.
I puff, and roar, and shriek, and blow,