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The tricks he learned at Windermere This vagrant owl is playing here  570 That is the worst of his employment: He's at the top [51] of his enjoyment!" THE TRICKS HE LEARNED AT WINDERMERE THIS VAGRANT OWL IS PLAYING HERE THAT IS THE WORST OF HIS EMPLOYMENT HE'S AT THE TOP OF HIS ENJOYMENT
on screeching owl!" That instant was begun a fray Which called their thoughts another way: The mastiff, ill-conditioned carl! What must he do but growl and snarl, 545 Still more and more dissatisfied With the meek comrade at his side! Till, not incensed though put to proof, The Ass, uplifting a hind hoof, Salutes the Mastiff on the head; 550 And so were better manners bred, And all was calmed and quieted. "Yon screech-owl," says the Sailor, turning Back to his former cause of mourning, "Yon owl!--pray God that all be well! 555 'Tis worse than any funeral bell; As sure as I've the gift of sight, We shall be meeting ghosts to-night!" --Said Benjamin, "This whip shall lay A thousand, if they cross our way. 560 I know that Wanton's noisy station, I know him and his occupation; The jolly bird hath learned his cheer Upon [50] the banks of Windermere; Where a tribe of them make merry, 565 Mocking the Man that keeps the ferry; Hallooing from an open throat, Like travellers shouting for a boat.  GOD WILLING AY SAID THE TAR THROUGH FAIR AND FOUL BUT SAVE US FROM YON SCREECHING OWL THAT INSTANT WAS BEGUN A FRAY WHICH CALLED THEIR THOUGHTS ANOTHER WAY THE MASTIFF ILL CONDITIONED CARL WHAT MUST HE DO BUT GROWL AND SNARL STILL MORE AND MORE DISSATISFIED WITH THE MEEK COMRADE AT HIS SIDE TILL NOT INCENSED THOUGH PUT TO PROOF THE ASS UPLIFTING A HIND HOOF SALUTES THE MASTIFF ON THE HEAD AND SO WERE BETTER MANNERS BRED AND ALL WAS CALM AND QUIETED YON SCREECH OWL SAYS THE SAILOR TURNING BACK TO HIS FORMER CAUSE OF MOURNING YON OWL PRAY GOD THAT ALL BE WELL TIS WORSE THAN ANY FUNERAL BELL AS SURE AS I'VE THE GIFT OF SIGHT WE SHALL BE MEETING GHOSTS TO NIGHT SAID BENJAMIN THIS WHIP SHALL LAY A THOUSAND IF THEY CROSS OUR WAY I KNOW THAT WANTON'S NOISY STATION I KNOW HIM IN HIS OCCUPATION THE JOLLY BIRD HATH LEARNED HIS CHEER UPON THE BANKS OF WYNDERMERE WHERE A TRIBE OF THEM MAKE MERRY MOCKING THE MAN THAT KEEPS THE FERRY HALLOOING FROM AN OPEN THROAT LIKE TRAVELLERS SHOUTING FOR A BOAT
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