But all he could do he grew thinner and thinner,
Though he eat and drank as much as ten men for his dinner.
Some said he had a wolf, in his stomach day and night,
Some said he had the devil, and they guess'd right;
The fairy skipp'd about in his glory, joy, and pride,
And he laugh'd at the devil till poor John Brown died.
Then the fairy skipp'd out of the old nutshell,
And woe and alack! for pretty Mary Bell;
For the devil crept in when the fairy skipp'd out,
And there goes Miss Bell with her fusty old nut.
WILLIAM BOND.
I WONDER whether the girls are mad,
And I wonder whether they mean to kill,
And I wonder if William Bond will die,
For assuredly he is very ill.
He went to church in a May morning,
Attended by fairies one, two, and three;
But the angels of Providence drove them away,
And he return'd home in misery.
