...pulled up the rocky lane, Shouting and singing the shrill refrain: ' Here 's Flnd Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead! ' " Such a subject as that stirred the Yankee Quaker to the depths. A human being, deaf to the still...

...he seemed the sound to hear Of voices shouting far and near : " Here 's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd, an' corr'd in a corrt, By the women o' Morble'ead ! " " Hear me neighbors ! " at last he cried, — " What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the shame...

...shook hat and cane, And cracked with curses the hoarse refrain ; ' Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! ' " ' Hear me, Neighbors ! ' at last he cried, — ' What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the...

...Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear Of voices shouting far and near : " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " " Hear me, neighbors ! " at last he cried, — " What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the shame...

...Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear Of voices shouting far and near: " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " " Hear me, neighbors ! " at last he cried, — " What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the shame...

...blowing and fish-horns' twang, Over and over the Maenads sang : " Here's Mud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead !" Small pity for him !.—He sailed away From a leaking ship, in Chaleur Bay,— Sailed away from...

...horrd horrt. Torr'd an' fntherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morhle'ead ! " Sweetly alone the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed....skipper knew Of the fields so green and the sky so hloe. Riding there in his sorry trim, Like an Indian idol glom and grim, Scarcely he seemed the sonnd...

...and hat, and cane, And cracked with curses the hoarse refrain : " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " " Hear me, neighbors ! " at last he' cried, — '' What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the...

...pulled up the rocky lane, Shouting ana singing the shrill refrain : " Here 's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " Wrinkled scolds with hands on hips, Girls in bloom of cheek and lips, Wild-eyed, free-limbed, such...

...conch-shells blowing and fishhorns' twang. Over and over the Mienads sang: " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " Small pity for him ! — He sailed away From a leaking ship, in Chalenr Bay. — Sailed away from...