And that's the very Pony too! Your Pony's worth his weight in gold: Then calm your terrors, Betty Foy! She's coming from among the trees, And now all full in view she sees Him whom she loves, her Idiot Boy. And Betty sees the Pony too: Why stand you thus, good Betty Foy? It is no goblin, 'tis no ghost, "Tis he whom you so long have lost, He whom you love, your Idiot Boy. She looks again her arms are up She screams she cannot move for joy; She darts, as with a torrent's force, She almost has o'erturned the Horse, And fast she holds her Idiot Boy. And Johnny burrs, and laughs aloud, I cannot tell; but while he laughs, And now she's at the Pony's tail, She kisses o'er and o'er again Him whom she loves, her Idiot Boy; Her limbs are all alive with joy. She pats the Pony, where or when "Oh! Johnny, never mind the Doctor; You've done your best, and that is all." She took the reins, when this was said, And gently turned the Pony's head From the loud waterfall. By this the stars were almost gone, The Pony, Betty, and her Boy, Long time lay Susan lost in thought, And as her mind grew worse and worse, She turned, she tossed herself in bed, On all sides doubts and terrors met her; "Alas! what is become of them? These fears can never be endured, I'll to the wood." - The word scarce said, Did Susan rise up from her bed, 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. The Owls have hardly sung their last, While our four Travellers homeward wend; The Owls have hooted all night long, And with the Owls began my song, And with the Owls must end. For while they all were travelling home, Now Johnny all night long had heard And thus, to Betty's question, he (His very words I give to you,) "The Cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, And the Sun did shine so cold." Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. |