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Now when the frost was past enduring,
And made her poor old bones to ache,
Could any thing be more alluring,
Than an old hedge to Goody Blake?
And now and then, it must be said,
When her old bones were cold and chill,
She left her fire, or left her bed,
To seek the hedge of Harry Gill.

Now Harry he had long suspected This trespass of old Goody Blake, And vow'd that she should be detected, And he on her would vengeance take. And oft from his warm fire he'd go, And to the fields his road would take, "And there, at night, in frost and snow, He watch'd to seize old Goody Blake.

And once, behind a rick of barley, '
Thus looking out did Harry stand;
The moon was full and shining clearly,
And crisp with frost the stubble land.
-He hears a noise--he's all awake
Again ?-on tip-toe down the hill
He softly creeps-'Tis Goody Blake,
She's at the hedge of Harry Gill.

Right glad was he when he beheld her ;
Stick after stick did Goody pull,
He stood behind a bush of elder,
Till she had filled her apron full.
When with her load she turned about,
The bye-road back again to take,
He started forward with a shout,
And sprang upon poor Goody Blake.

And fiercely by the arm he took herg.
And by the arm he held her fast,
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, “ I've caught you then at last!"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall';
And kneeling on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.

Sbie pray'd, ber wither'd hand uprearing,
While Harry held her by the arm-
“God!' who art never out of hearing,
“O may he never more be warm !"
The cold, cold moon above her head,
Thus on her knees did Goody pray,
Young Harry heard what she had said.
And icy-cold he turned away.

He went complaining all the morrow
That he was cold and very chill :
His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow,
Alas! that day for Harry Gill !
That day he wore a riding-coat,
But not a whit the warmer he :
Another was on Thursday brought,
And ere the Sabbath he had three.

'Twas all-in vain, a useless matter,
And blankets were about him pinn'd;
Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter,
Like a loose casement in the wind.
And Harry's flesh it fell away;
And all who see him say 'tis plain,
That, live as long as live he may,
He never will be warm again.

No word to any man he utters,
A-bed or up, to young or old ;
But ever to himself he mutters,
“ Poor Harry Gill is very cold.”.
A-bed or up, by night or day ; :
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
Now think, ye farmers all, I pray,
Qf Goody Blake and Harry Gille

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