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When time was pass'd , and he releas'd To tread the earth once more , Fresh laughter for that time he'd lo * te To have ri ^ ht soon he swore .
So on he went with hote intente Of mischief freshe and rare , Resolving bye some dire evrutt : To make the country stare ; So chanyfd into a horse , and flew With Gilpin down to Ware !
Then next he bounc'd up Silver-street , And over the bridge he leapt ; The water swell'd into a floode , And down it roaring swept ! And bore the bridge from Ta ? incr ' s-end * As tho' it were a boat , And in the Angel's cellar of malt Set all the butts afloat .
The " particular bin " of course he crept in , Marring rny landlord's pelf , He mix ' t with the wine—got drunk as a swine—In shorte , forgot himse'fe . Then out he rush'd , and madly gush'd Tliro' Duck and Watery Lanes , Insulted gig , mail-coache , and pig-, And all the holiday swuines .
Then he floated downe to the Rose and Crown , Which being near the Churc / ie ^ Low sank the floode to humbled mud , And left him in the lurche ; And quoth he , " it becomes my royal blood To escape the Established BjicIj I "
He next was met all bhick as jrt , In the shape of Hoard ' s mad Hull , With faces all red and muskets and had They fired ; it his head , but he scratch'd it and said , " You must give a united pull !" With borne askaunce , and nonchalance , He declinM to carry the farce on : Kevenge might he sotig bt , but he paus'd as he thought They mistooke liym for the jmrson . f
Tlies ^ things arc too ithk n f ' act ^ for us liere , uikI v \ o vvij-h it whs on \ y tlie witte and liincio of poetry . — P . S . t A few * r ^ tn « rk « a misfit fi ^ re bo ripkte facetiously , and me thinks aptly , propounded \ b \ it prudence , which is tho best virtuo of witte , commendetb silence . — P , S .
The Merrie Devil of Edmonton . $ 7