That thus far you have left me well.'
I left him with a hope, how vain!
I ne'er might see his face again.
My spur did sprightly poney goad
Till I had got into the road
Which did to Oxford's city lead,
When I restrain'd my foaming steed,
And, calmly pacing on my way,
Ere Great Tom toll'd the following day,
I had embrac'd my rev'rend friend