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The silence of her Idiot Boy,
What hopes it sends to Betty's heart! He's at the Guide-post-he turns right,
She watches till he's out of sight,
And Betty will not then depart.
Burr, burr-now Johnny's lips they burr, As loud as any mill, or near it,
Meek as a lamb the Pony moves,
And Johnny makes the noise he loves,
And Betty listens, glad to hear it.
Away she hies to Susan Gale:
And Johnny's in a merry tune,
The Owlets hoot, the Owlets curr,
And Johnny's lips they burr, burr, burr,
And on he goes beneath the Moon.
His Steed and He right well agree,
But then he is a Horse that thinks !
And when he thinks his pace is slack;
Now, though he knows poor Johnny well, Yet for his life he cannot tell
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,
Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory.
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,
You plainly in her face
Could lend out of that moment's store
Five years of happiness or more
But yet I guess that now and then
With Betty all was not so well,
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 tenThey'll both be here before eleven."
Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans ;
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,
Susan! they'll both be here anon.”