Part 4 — ROGER AND DOLLY. BLACKWOOD.

Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window— Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump; He begg'd for admittance—she answered him no— Glumpaty, glumpaty, glump. No, no, Roger, no—as you came you may go— Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump. O what is the reason, dear Dolly? he cried— Humpaty, humpaty, hump— That thus I'm cast off and unkindly denied?— Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump— Some rival more dear, I guess, has been here— Crumpaty, crumpaty, crump— Suppose there's been two, sir, pray what's that to you, sir Numpaty, numpaty, nump— Wi' a disconsolate look his sad farewell he took— Trumpaty, trumputy, trump— And all in despair jump'd into a brook— Jumpaty, jumpaty, jump— His courage did cool in a filthy green pool— Slumpaty, slumpaty, slump— So he swam to the shore, but saw Dolly no more— Dumpaty, dumpaty, dump— He did speedily find one more fat and more kind— Plumpaty, plumpaty, plump— But poor Dolly's afraid she must die an old maid— Mumpaty, mumpaty, mump.