A Rhyme Inscribed on a Pint Pot

THEY shot him dead at the Nine-Stone Rig, Beside the Headless Cross, And they left him lying in his blood, Upon the moor and moss.* * * * *They made a bier of the broken bough,…

’Tis midnight, and the setting sun Is slowly rising in the west; The rapid rivers slowly run, The frog is on his downy nest.…

O, THE FRENCH are on the say! Says the Shan Van Vocht; The French are on the say, Says the Shan Van Vocht;…

The Emperor Pertinax Possessed a certain ax, With which he used to strike Those whom he did not like.

’T IS sweet in midnight solitude, When the voice of man lies hushed, subdued, To hear thy mountain voice so rude, Break silence, Glashen-Glora!I love to see thy foaming stream…

A certain young lady named Hannah Was caught in a flood in Montannah. As she floated away Her beau, so they say,…

When next you’re in print, Ned, for money or fame, Be advis’d by a friend, let the work want your name: For whoever in that should unluckily look, And remembers your last, will ne’er open the book.

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