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THE FATE OF POOR
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The Baldwin Library
UPON BANBURY GREEN, reigned the veteran Queen
Of a flock of fine geese,-and her
Old regal liege lord, whom the poets record
By the title and name of King Gander.
They had but one son,-all had died but that one,
And he was a bit of a rover;
A prince, if you please, and the dandy of geese,
And of Miss Molly Goosey-the lover.
" Fairest Moll," said the prince, "from the day ever
On the Common we first met together,
I have thought but of thee, pined away as you see,
And no longer can shine-in full feather.
Oh, Molly, my breast is by love so possessed,
That if you won't have me-it is hard;
Affection so deep will be certain to keep,
For I love from the depths of-n-my gizzard."
Said Moll, "I confess that the love you express,
In my own tender heart finds an echo;
To tell you my mind, for you I have pined,
And my food oft neglected to peck, o."
So apart they both strode, from the green to the
And there in the dust and the smother,
They stood face to face, gave a loving embrace,
And vowed to be true to each other.
Both looked forward, soon, to a sweet honey-moon,
For neither of them did remember,
That once, every year, there comes, it is clear,
A sad twenty-ninth of September.
And then, I've heard say, it is Michaelmas-day,
When people scorn beef, veal, and mutton;
By way of excuse, on well be-stuffed goose,
To play the inordinate glutton
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As the lovers were walking, one morning, and talking,
O, think of the pangs they must suffer,
To hear the fat cook say, with ominous look,
I must presently kill her and stuff her."
At Molly our swain looked with evident pain,
For he feared Moll might be such a sinner
His young bride to choose for her Michaelmas
To be killed, stuffed, and roasted for dinner.
As the day nearer drew, more uneasy he grew,
For a kind of foreboding possessed him!
But Moll not a whit cared for cookey or spit,
As she said,-whilst she fondly caressed him.
But oh! lady gay,-'ere that Michaelmas day,
In fact, two or three days before it,
A chase there was seen, upon Banbury Green,
And the lovers had cause to deplore it.
Without more delay, then, suffice it to say,
That some farmers that day met together,
Of a goose to partake, and a good dinner make,
While they talk of the markets and weather.
But the goose they extol, is the ill-fated Moll,
Whilst Prince Gander, as pale as a muffin,
Faintly uttered "Alas !" as he saw the dish pass
And died, upon smelling the stuffing.