Ile took the goose upon his arm, He utter'd words of scorning; "So keep you cold, or keep you warm. It is a stormy morning." The wild wind rang from park and plain And round the attics rumbled, Till all the tables danced again, And half the chimneys tumbled. The glass blew in, the fire blew out. Her cap blew off, her gown blew up, And a whirlwind clear'd the larder And while on all sides breaking loose Her household fled the danger, Quoth she, "The Devil take the goos. And God forget the stranger!" The game of forfeits done-the girls all kiss'd Beneath the sacred bush and past away- |