An' thay wuz a place Jack haf to swim
'Fore he could git t' ole "Bumblebore"--
Nen thay was "griffuns" at the door:
But Jack, he thist plunged in an' swum
Clean acrost; an' when he come
To th' uther side, he thist put on
His "'visibul cap," an' nen, dog-gone!
You could n't see him at all!--An' so
He slewed the "griffuns"--_boff_, you know!
Nen wuz a horn hunged over his head
High on th' wall, an' words 'at read,--
"Whoever kin this trumput blow
Shall cause the Gi'nt's overth'ow!"
An' Jack, he thist reached up an' blowed
The stuffin' out of it! an' th'owed
Th' castul-gates wide open, an'
Nen tuck his gold sword in his han',
An' thist marched in t' ole "Bumblebore,"
An', 'fore he knowed, he put 'bout four
Heads on him--an' chopped 'em off, too!--
Wisht 'at _I'd_ been Jack!--don't you?




WHILE THE MUSICIAN PLAYED.

O it was but a dream I had
While the musician played!--
And here the sky, and here the glad