“Now, the saints thee save, thou missionere,
Gramercy; Zooks. Gadso!
Thy haviour sure is somewhat queer.
What would’st thou with me moe?”
He fixed me with his glittering eye—
Of course, I knew he would—
And with his tale began to try
To freeze my youthful blood.
He said, “When I meet such as thou,
To such my tale I teach;