Stole resided near _Newbridge_, about a mile
from the spot where the accident occurred; he was somewhat famous
for his cyder.]
Conjecture anty as the wine!
And zoon did he het's faleshood vine.
_John Cox_ took up his father's cloaths--
Poor fellow! he beginn'd to cry!
Than, Evans vrom the wActer rose;
"A hunderd vawk'll come bimeby,"
A zed; whun, short way vrom the shore.
We zeed, what zeed we not avore,
The _head_ of Doctor Cox appear--
Het floated in the wActer clear!
Bolt upright war he, and his hair,
That pruv'd he sartainly war there,
Zwimm'd on the wActer!--Evans than,
The stupid'st of a stupid man,
Call'd _Vigo_--pointed to that head--
In _Vigo_ dash'd--_Cox was not dead_!
But seiz'd the dog's lag--helt en vast!
One struggle, an het war the last!
Ah! well do I remember it--
That struggle I sholl ne'er forgit!
Vigo was frightened and withdrew;
The body zink'd at once vrom view.
Did _Evans_, gallid _Evans_ then,
CAcll out, at once, vor father's men?
(ThAc war at work vor'n very near
A mendin the old Highbridge pier,)
A did'n cAcll, but 'mus'd our fear--
"A hundred vawk ool zoon be here!"
A zed.
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