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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
Jack danced, Jack danced—half joy, half rage,
Clasps Harry round the neck, I'll engage,
Like the hangman's hug, and cried and cried,
And kissed him, first on the one side,
And then on the other, as quick as a treadle—
And Harry's big face as round as a griddle,
And the wondhrin' there! “I see it! I see it!”
Says Jack, “of coorse!” And a scream like a pewhit;
And—the divil might give her a longish tether,
But blow him! he'd be even with her.
Clasps Harry round the neck, I'll engage,
Like the hangman's hug, and cried and cried,
And kissed him, first on the one side,
And then on the other, as quick as a treadle—
And Harry's big face as round as a griddle,
And the wondhrin' there! “I see it! I see it!”
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And—the divil might give her a longish tether,
But blow him! he'd be even with her.
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |