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The party broke up, and the village was glad, And said what a nice pleasant meeting they'd had; That Crump was a "brick," and they always had known it; And as to "white feather," he never had shown it.
 * While this clamour went on,
 * Where is Anthony gone?

Towards home to think over the blacksmith's "You're on!"

How many a man, in the heat of debate, Has uttered some words he repented too late; So Anthony now, when his spirit got cool, Had a kind of a notion he'd acted the fool.
 * He felt sorely dismay'd
 * At the promise he'd made,

And, if truth must be spoken, was rather afraid.


 * The wild excitement of the hour
 * Was losing fast its hold and power;
 * And Crump now thought
 * That village honours, local fame,
 * And even Valour's courted name,
 * Were dearly bought

By reckless deeds and bold exploits, (As meeting ghosts on moonlight nights),
 * And he could see

That lots of people could be found, Who dwelt within the church bells' sound,
 * More fit than he