2.
Part Second.
The waggonere's bowels yearn towards the sunne.
“The crimson sunne was rising o'ere
The verge of the horizon;
Upon my worde, as faire a sunne
As ever I clapped eyes onne.
The passengers throwe the blame of the goose massacre on the innocent waggonere.
“'Twill be ane comfortable thinge,”
The mutinouus crewe 'gan crye;
“'Twill be an comfortable thinge,
Within the jaile to lye;
Ah! execrable wretche,” saide they,
“Thatte caused the goose to die!
The sunne sufferes ane artificial eclipse, and horror follows, the same not being mentioned in the Belfaste Almanacke.
“The day was drawing near itte's close,
The sunne was well nighe settinge;
When lo it seemed as iffe his face
Was veiled with fringe-warke-nettinge.
Various hypotheses on the subject, frome whiche the passengeres draw wronge conclusions.
“Somme saide itte was ane apple tree,
Laden with goodlye fruite,
Somme swore itte was ane foreigne birde,
Some said it was ane brute;
Alas! it was ane bumbailiffe,
Riding in pursuite!
“A hue and crye sterte uppe behind,
Ane lovelye sound ariseth; ittes effects described.
Whilke smote oure ears like thunder,
Within waggone there was drede,
Astonishmente and wonder.
“One after one, the rascalls rann,
The passengers throw somersets.
And from the carre did jump;
One after one, one after one,
They felle with heavy thump.
“Six miles ane houre theye offe did scoure,
Like shippes on ane stormye ocean,
Theire garments flappinge in the winde,
With ane shorte uneasy motion.
“Their bodies with their legs did flye,
The waggonere complimenteth the bumbailiffe with ane Mendoza.
Theye fled withe feare and glyffe;
Why star'st thoue soe?—With one goode blow,
I felled the bumbailiffe!”
