THEY loved each other beyond belief, The woman a rogue was, the man was a thief; At each piece of knavery, daily She fell on the bed, laughing gaily. In joy and pleasure they pass'd the day, Upon his bosom all night she lay; When they carried him off to Old Bailey, At the window she stood, laughing gaily. He sent her this message: O come to me, I yearn, my love, so greatly for thee; I want thee, I pine, and look palely, -- Her head she but shook, laughing gaily. At six in the morning they hang'd the knave, At seven they laid him down in his grave; At eight on her ears this fell stalely, And a bumper she drank, laughing gaily. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO MRS. THRALE [ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR] by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY AT THE CARNIVAL by ANNE SPENCER THE SONG OF THE LIGHT-HEARTED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |