But yet I guess that now and then With Betty all was not so well, And to the road she turns her ears, And thence full many a sound she hears, Which she to Susan will not tell. Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans; "As sure as there's a moon in heaven," Cries Betty," he 'll be back again; They'll both be here-'tis almost tenThey'll both be here before eleven." Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans; As sure as there's a moon in heaven." The clock is on the stroke of twelve, And Johnny is not yet in sight, -The Moon's in heaven, as Betty sees, But Betty is not quite at ease ; And Susan has a dreadful night. And Betty, half an hour ago, And Betty's drooping at the heart, Susan! they'll both be here anon.” And Susan's growing worse and worse, And Betty's in a sad quandary; And then there's nobody to say If she must go or she must stay! The clock is on the stroke of one; But neither Doctor nor his Guide Appear along the moonlight road; There's neither horse nor man abroad, And Betty's still at Susan's side. And Susan she begins to fear Of sad mischances not a few, Which they must both for ever rue. h 5 She prefaced half a hint of this With, "God forbid it should be true!" At the first word that Susan said Cried Betty, rising from the bed, "Susan, I'd gladly stay with you. I must be gone, I must away, "Oh God forbid!" poor Susan cries. "What can I do?" says Betty, going, "What can I do to ease your pain? Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay; I fear you 're in a dreadful way, But I shall soon be back again." "Nay, Betty, go! good Betty, go! There's nothing that can ease my pain." Then off she hies, but with a prayer That God poor Susan's life would spare, Till she comes back again. So, through the moonlight lane she goes, And far into the moonlight dale; And how she ran, and how she walked, And all that to herself she talked, Would surely be a tedious tale. In high and low, above, below, |