He sought her out and married her; Of course, she left the stage, And in his daily parish work With William did engage.
She helped him in his parish school, Where ragged urchins go, And all the places on the map She'd point out with her toe.
_And when William gently remonstrated with her, she only said: "William, when I married you I gave you my hand--my feet are still my own."_
She'd point like this, she'd point like that, The scholars she'd entrance-- "This, children, is America; And this, you see, is France.
"A highland here, an island there, 'Round which the waters roll; And this is Pa-ta-go-ni-ah, And this is the frozen Pole."
Young William's bishop called one day, But found the curate out, And so he told the curate's wife What he had come about
"Your merit William oft to me Most highly doth extol; I trust, my dear, you always try To elevate the soul."
_Then William's wife made the bishop a neat little curtsey, and gently said: "Oh, yes, your Grace, I always do--in my own peculiar way."_
She danced like this, she danced like that, The bishop looked aghast; He could not see her mazy skirts, They switched around so fast.
She tripped it here, she skipped it there, The bishop's eyes did roll-- "God bless me! 'tis a pleasant way To elevate the sole!"
The hoss he is a splendud beast; He is man's friend, as heaven desined, And, search the world from west to east, No honester you'll ever find!
Some calls the hoss "a pore dumb brute," And yit, like Him who died fer you, I say, as I theyr charge refute, "'Fergive; they know not what they do!'"
No wiser animal makes tracks Upon these earthly shores, and hence Arose the axium, true as facts, Extoled by all, as "Good hoss-sense!"
The hoss is strong, and knows his stren'th,-- You hitch him up a time er two And lash him, and he'll go his len'th And kick the dashboard out fer you!
But, treat him allus good and kind, And never strike him with a stick, Ner aggervate him, and you'll find He'll never do a hostile trick.
A hoss whose master tends him right And worters him with daily care, Will do your biddin' with delight, And act as docile as _you_ air.
He'll paw and prance to hear your praise, Because he's learn't to love you well; And, though you can't tell what he says, He'll nicker all he wants to tell.