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Leoni doted on the youth, and now
'Tis a sweet tale.
And what became of him ?
He went on ship-board With those bold voyagers, who made discovery Of golden lands. Leoni's younger brother Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Soon after they arrived in that new world, In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat, And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight Up a great river, great as any sea, And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, He lived and died among the savage men.
GOODY BLAKE & HARRY GILL,
A TRUE STORY.
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?
In March, December, and in July,
Young Harry was a lusty drover, And who so stout of limb as he ? His cheeks were red as ruddy clover, His voice was like the voice of three. Auld Goody Blake was old and poor, Ill fed she was, and thinly clad; And any man who pass'd her door, Might see how poor a hut she had.
All day she spun in her poor dwelling,
- This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire,
By the same fire to boil their pottage,
old dames as I have known, Will often live in one small cottage, But she, poor woman, dielt alone. 'Twas well enough when summer camé, The long, warm, lightsome summer-day, Then at her door the canty dame Would sit, as any linnet gay.
But when the ice our streams did fetter, Oh! then how her old bones ould shake
You would have said, if you had met her, 'Twas a hard time for Goody Blake. Her evenings then were dull and dead; Sad case it was, as you may think, For very
cold to go to bed, And then for cold not sleep a wink.
Oh joy for her! whene'er in winter
many a rotten bough about.