Poor Betty now has lost all hope, 295 And now she sits her down and weeps ; 300 A thought is come into her head : Then up she springs as if on wings; 305 Perhaps, and no unlikely thought! And, still and mute, in wonder lost, All like a silent horseman ghost, 325 He travels on along the vale. And now, perhaps, is hunting sheep, In five months' time, should he be seen, 330 These fourteen years, by strong indentures; He seems, I think, the rein to give ; 355 And that's the very pony too! B 360 Your pony's worth his weight in gold: 365 Him whom she loves, her Idiot Boy. And Betty sees the pony too : Why stand you thus, good Betty Foy? 370 He whom you love, your Idiot Boy. She looks again—her arms are up— She screams—she cannot move for joy : 375 And now she's at the pony's tail, 385 "O Johnny, never mind the doctor; By this the stars were almost gone, 400 405 The pony, Betty, and her boy, Wind slowly through the woody dale; I'll to the wood."-The word scarce said, Did Susan rise up from her bed, 425 As if by magic cured. Away she posts up hill and down, And to the wood at length is come; She spies her friends, she shouts a greeting; Oh me! it is a merry meeting As ever was in Christendom. 430 The owls have hardly sung their last, The owls have hooted all night long, And with the owls began my song, 435 And with the owls must end. For, while they all were travelling home, Cried Betty," Tell us, Johnny, do, Where all this long night you have been, What you have heard, what you have seen, 440 And, Johnny, mind you tell us true." Now Johnny all night long had heard 445 And thus, to Betty's question, he Made answer like a traveller bold, (His very words I give to you,) "The cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, 450 |