Tim Turpin 795 TIM TURPIN TIM TURPIN he was gravel blind, So, like a Christmas pedagogue, Poor Tim was forced to do,Look out for pupils, for he had A vacancy for two. There's some have specs to help their sight But Tim had specks within his eyes, And could not see at all. Now Tim he wooed a servant maid, By day she led him up and down A happy wife, although she led But just when Tim had lived a month In honey with his wife, A surgeon oped his Milton eyes, But when his eyes were opened thus, Her face was bad, her figure worse, For she was anything but like A Grace before his meat. Now Tim he was a feeling man: So, with a cudgel in his hand,— He knocked at his wife's head until And when the corpse was stiff and cold, And laid her in a heap with all But, like a wicked murderer, The neighbors fetched a doctor in: Said he, "This wound I dread Can hardly be sewed up,-his life Is hanging on a thread." But when another week was gone, Ah! when he hid his bloody work, How little he supposed the truth But when the parish dustman came, He found more dust within the heap Faithless Nelly Gray A dozen men to try the fact, Were sworn that very day; But though they all were jurors, yet Said Tim unto those jurymen, "And O, when I reflect upon Then turning round his head again A great judge, and a little judge, The great judge took his judgment-cap, And sentenced Tim by law to hang Till he was three times dead. So he was tried, and he was hung On Horsham drop, and none can say 797 Thomas Hood. FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, Now, as they bore him off the field, The army surgeons made him limbs: Now Ben he loved a pretty maid, But when he called on Nelly Gray, "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! Said she, "I loved a soldier once, "Before you had those timber toes, Your love I did allow, But then you know, you stand upon Another footing now!" "O Nelly Gray! O Nelly Gray! At duty's call I left my legs Faithless Nelly Gray "Why, then," said she, "you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you cannot wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms!" "Oh, false and fickle Nelly Gray; I know why you refuse: Though I've, no feet-some other man "I wish I ne'er had seen your face; Now, when he went from Nelly Gray, And life was such a burden grown, So round his melancholy neck And, for his second time in life Enlisted in the Line! One end he tied around a beam, And there he hung till he was dead As any nail in town, For though distress had cut him up, A dozen men sat on his corpse, And they buried Ben in four cross-roads, 799 Thomas Hood. |