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195 Then up she springs, as if on wings;

She thinks no more of deadly sin;

If Betty fifty ponds should see,

The last of all her thoughts would be

To drown herself therein.

O Reader! now that I might tell

What Johnny and his Horse are doing!

What they've been doing all this time,

Oh could I put it into rhyme,

A most delightful tale pursuing!

Perhaps, and no unlikely thought!

He with his Pony now doth roam

The cliffs and peaks so high that are,

To lay his hands upon a star,

And in his pocket bring it home.

Perhaps he's turned himself about,

His face unto his horse's tail,

And still and mute, in wonder lost,

All like a silent Horseman-Ghost,

He travels on along the vale.