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190 In high and low, above, below,

In great and small, in round and square,

In tree and tower was Johnny seen,

In bush and brake, in black and green,

'Twas Johnny, Johnny, every where.

She's past the bridge that's in the dale,

And now the thought torments her sore,

Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,

To hunt the moon that's in the brook,

And never will be heard of more.

And now she's high upon the down,

Alone amid a prospect wide;

There's neither Johnny nor his Horse

Among the fern or in the gorse;

There's neither Doctor nor his Guide.

"Oh saints! what is become of him?

Perhaps he's climbed into an oak,

Where he will stay till he is dead;

Or, sadly he has been misled,

And joined the wandering gypsy-folk.