At length they bowed to Nature's rule--
Their steps grew feeble and unsteady,
Till FREDDY fainted on a stool,
And JOHNNY on the top of FREDDY.

"Decide!" quoth they, "let him be named,
Who henceforth as his wife may rank you."
"I've changed my views," the maiden said,
"I only marry curates, thank you!"

Says FREDDY, "Here is goings on!
To bust myself with rage I'm ready."
"I'll be a curate!" whispers JOHN--
"And I," exclaimed poetic FREDDY.

But while they read for it, these chaps,
The curate booked the maiden bonny--
And when she's buried him, perhaps,
She'll marry FREDERICK or JOHNNY.



Sir Guy The Crusader



Sir GUY was a doughty crusader,
A muscular knight,
Ever ready to fight,