And, should I live through sun and rain Seven widowed years without my Jane, O Sexton, do not then remove her, Let one grave hold the Lov'd and Lover! ANDREW JONES. "I hate that Andrew Jones: he'll breed His children up to waste and pillage. And sweep I said not this, because he loves Through the long day to swear and tipple ; But for the poor dear sake of one To whom a foul deed he had done, A friendless Man, a travelling Cripple. For this poor crawling helpless wretch Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground, For it had long been droughty weather: So with his staff the Cripple wrought Among the dust till he had brought The halfpennies together. It chanced that Andrew passed that way Just at the time; and there he found The Cripple in the mid-day heat Standing alone, and at his feet He saw the penny on the ground. He stooped and took the penny up: Quoth Andrew, "Under half-a-crown, And so, my friend, good day to you." And hence I said, that Andrew's boys Will all be trained to waste and pillage; And wished the press-gang, or the drum With its tantara sound, would come And sweep him from the village! |