His steed and he right well agree, But then he is a horse that thinks ! What he has got upon his back. So through the moonlight lanes they go, And by the church, and o'er the down, To comfort poor old Susan Gale. And Betty, now at Susan's side, And Betty's still at Susan's side: By this time she's not quite so flurried ; Demure with porringer and plate She sits, as if in Susan's fate Her life and soul were buried. But Betty, poor good woman! she, Five years of happiness or more, But yet I guess that now and then And to the road she turns her ears, And thence full many a sound she hears, Which she to Susan will not tell. Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans, "As sure as there's a moon in heaven," Cries Betty," he'll be back again; They'll both be here, 'tis almost ten, They'll both be here before eleven." Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans, "As sure as there's a moon in heaven." The clock is on the stroke of twelve, And Johnny is not yet in sight, The moon's in heaven, as Betty sees, But Betty is not quite at ease; And Susan has a dreadful night. And Betty, half an hour ago, And Betty's drooping at the heart, That happy time all past and gone, "How can it be he is so late? "The doctor he has made him wait, "Susan! they'll both be here anon." And Susan's growing worse and worse, And Betty's in a sad quandary; And then there's nobody to say If she must go or she must stay: The clock is on the stroke of one; But neither Doctor nor his guide Appear along the moonlight road, There's neither horse nor man abroad, And Betty's still at Susan's side. And Susan she begins to fear |