PART FOURTH. And who hath not heard how the knight from that day, Was altered in look, and unwont in his way; And sold many parts to the purchaser's gain ; But, strangest of all, on that woe-wedding night, And then he came forth, the strange beautiful thing, And raven had never spread plume on the air O'er flood and o'er fell, and o'er quarry-pit wide; The housewife, she blessed her, and held fast her child, And the men swore both horse and his rider were wild! And then, when the knight to the hunting field came, But the lost Lady Mary he never saw more! And no one durst ride in the track where he led, And in his wild phrensy he gallop'd one day Down the church steps at Rochdale, and up the same way. THE WANDERER'S SONG ON MACCLESFIELD FOREST, 1828. WHERE is now my home, my home? "Tis nowhere, and 'tis everywhere, As o'er the world I roam. 'Tis on the cold and cloudy hill 'Tis in the noiseless dell; A reckless wight for once may sleep I care not who's my company, If they be rough, why I am rough, Though I love to be at the hostelrie, THE LANDOWNER. TUNE-"There was a Jolly Miller Man." THERE was a famous landowner sang And sing full oft would he; I care for nobody, no not I, Though many have care for me. My cattle roam a thousand hills, The fish, the game, I also claim; I made a law, withouten flaw, So all was right, and snug, and tight, my affairs should be ; As I care for nobody, no not I, Though many have care for me. One son commands a regiment, My daughter to the palace went, "Tis thus, the army's on my side, And whilst we sing God save the King, I care for nobody, no not I, Though many have care for me. TIM BOBBIN' GRAVE. (7 I stoode beside Tim Bobbin' grave "Awm gooin' into th' Packer-street, "An' by this hont o' my reet arm, If fro' that hole theaw'll reawk, Theaw'st have o saup o'th' best breawn ale 'At ever lips did seawk." The greawnd it sturr'd beneath my feet, An' then I yerd o groan ; He shook the dust fro' off his skull, I brought him op o deep breawn jug, An' he took it at one blessed draught, |