To this did Johnny answer make, Both with his head, and with his hand, And now that Johnny is just going, But when the Pony moved his legs, 8 And while the Pony moves his legs, In Johnny's left hand you may see Is not more still and mute than he. His heart it was so full of glee, And Betty's standing at the door, And Betty's face with joy o'erflows, How quietly her Johnny goes. 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, And Betty's still at Susan's side: She sits, as if in Susan's fate But Betty, poor good Woman! she, You plainly in her face may read it, Could lend out of that moment's store Five years of happiness or more Το any that might need it. |