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But yet I guess that now and then
With Betty all was not so well,
And to the road she turns her ears,
And thence full many a sound she hears,
Which she to Susan will not tell.
Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans ;
“ As sure as there's a moon in heaven,”
Cries Betty," he 'll be back again
They 'll both be here--itis almost ten-
They 'll both be here before eleven."
Poor Susan inoans, poor Susan groans ;
The clock gives warning for eleven;
'Tis on the stroke" If Johnny's near,"
Quoth Betty, “ he will soon be here,
As sure as there's a moon in heaven.”
The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
- The Moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a dreadful night.
And Betty, half an hour ago,
On Johnny vile reflections cast :
“ A little idle sauntering Thing !"
With other names, an endless string,
But now that time is
And Betty's drooping at the heart,
That happy time all past gone,
" How can it be he is so late ?
The Doctor he has made him wait,
Susan ! they 'll both be here anon."
And Susan's growing worse and worse;
And Betty's in a sad quandary;
And then there's nobody to say
If she must go or she must stay !
-She's in sad quandary.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his Guide Appear along the moonlight road; There's neither horse nor man abroad, And Betty's still at Susan's side.
And Susan she begins to fear
Of sad mischances not a few,
That Johnny may perhaps be drowned,
Or lost, perhaps, and never found;
Which they must both for ever rue.
She prefaced half a hint of this
With, “ God forbid it should be true !"
At the first word that Susan said
Cried Betty, rising from the bed,
“ Susan, I'd gladly stay with you.
I must be
Consider, Johnny's but half-wise ;
Susan, we must take care of him,
If he is hurt in life or limb"
“Oh God forbid !” poor Susan cries.
“ What can I do?" says Betty, going, " What can I do to ease your pain? Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay ; I fear you 're in a dreadful way, But I shall soon be back again.”
“Nay, Betty, go! good Betty, go! There's nothing that can ease my pain." Then off she hies, but with a prayer That God poor Susan's life would spare, Till she comes back again.
So, through the moonlight lane she goes,
And far into the moonlight dale;
And how she ran, and how she walked,
And all that to herself she talked,
Would surely be a tedious tale.
In high and low, above, below,
In great and small, in round and square,
In tree and tower was Johnny seen,
In bush and brake, in black and green,
'Twas Johnny, Johnny, every where.