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THE LAY OF THE DISMAL CRAMP. |
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THE LAY OF THE DISMAL CRAMP.
They made him a bed that was wretchedly damp,
And had reason that same to rue,
For he awoke in the night with a thundering cramp,
And he thumped and he swore, and he kicked out the lamp,
With a plague of a hilloa-ba-loo!
And had reason that same to rue,
For he awoke in the night with a thundering cramp,
And he thumped and he swore, and he kicked out the lamp,
With a plague of a hilloa-ba-loo!
“Now my lamp is out—not an inch can I see!
And snoring the dolts I hear;
But short and not sweet their snooze shall be,
And I'll lock up the maid, and toss in the key
To a butt of their table-beer!”
And snoring the dolts I hear;
But short and not sweet their snooze shall be,
And I'll lock up the maid, and toss in the key
To a butt of their table-beer!”
Away, with his dismal cramp, he sped,
Though walking you 'd think a bore;
And onward he went, with a hop and a tread,
Till he stood at the side of the innkeeper's bed,
And he bellowed a terrible roar.
Though walking you 'd think a bore;
And onward he went, with a hop and a tread,
Till he stood at the side of the innkeeper's bed,
And he bellowed a terrible roar.
And the landlady, starting, began to break
Her sleep, as he bawled in her ear;
Till she cried to mine host—from her dream awake—
“Ah what is the row?—sure did n't you spake,
Or is it the divil, my dear?”
Her sleep, as he bawled in her ear;
Till she cried to mine host—from her dream awake—
“Ah what is the row?—sure did n't you spake,
Or is it the divil, my dear?”
Said the stranger, “You vixen! my bed was damp,
I'll be curst if I pay you a screw!
And I've locked up your maid, and kicked out the lamp,
And you 're in the dark, and I'm losing my cramp,
So I'm off with a hilloa-ba-loo!”
I'll be curst if I pay you a screw!
And I've locked up your maid, and kicked out the lamp,
And you 're in the dark, and I'm losing my cramp,
So I'm off with a hilloa-ba-loo!”
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