The Nightly Traveller

The Nightly Traueller

'Twas a Night moſt dark and dour,

Little did the moon alight.

Euen Wolues there dared not croon,

Duſk had left them no inuite.

Walk did I that dreadful hour:—

Yonder things had gone awry.

Traced with Torch, Naught could I bring,

Made at Night on Road to fly.

Fear did I ſome nightly prowler

Spy'd me tread with famish'd eye

But before me, right ahead

Only Sough'd the cold Wind's ſigh.

Then, did I hear ſomething louder?

Turn my head apace, did I.

Yet before me, right ahead,

Only Sough'd the cold Wind's ſigh!

Still, did I begin to ſcour.

"If my Dread be ſound, I'll die!"

Still before me, right ahead,

Only Sough'd the cold Wind's ſigh!

Sure was I if not devoured,

Bandit's ſhot to me would fly;

But around me, I could not

Senſe Aught but that cold Wind's ſigh!

Trudge did I vntil dawn's hour,

Something then did catch my eye.

Highwaymen came running thence,

Bade me that I not defy.

Drop did I, and loſt my Power.

Laughing, did I cry and cry.

Thus they took their Cocks from mid:—

Howling, Shot flew 'twixt my eyes.