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“ So he caused the cook to make water hot,
And the corpse both flesh and bones, (To see what fat Bill Jones had got,) The captain boiled in the negro-pot,
But there wasn't much fat in Jones.
Bill Jones kept his as well ;
Roused by a dreadful yell.
Fast to the deck we hied ;
Sitting close by the steerman's side !
Bill served, nor left us more ;
Still he stood our eyes before.
Or he'd work with right good will,
Then specially ready was Bill.
Did the spectre never miss :
And tendered his platter for his.
His footsteps fell so still,
And none of us spoke to Bill.
Just as you now have heard,
Bill Jones is as good as his word.
But haunts me, haunts me stiil !
The first sunbeam shows me Bill.
His cold hand gives the wine :
Bill's eyes are fixed on mine !"
“Now, lads, my resolution's made,
One means will set me free, And Bill's pursuit for ever evade He comes ! he comes ! then away ! he said,
And plunged into the sea. “ None moved a joint the wretch to save !
All stood with staring eyes! Each clasped his hands! a groan each gave ! When lo ! on a sudden above the wave
Once more did the captain rise. “ Fix'd and fearful was his eye,
And pale as a corpse his brow, And we saw him clap his hands on high, And we heard him scream with a terrible cry,
* By God ! Bill's with me now! “ Then down he sunk through the foaming flood
To Hell, that worst of havens Now Heaven preserve you, Master good, From perilous rage, and from innocent blood,
And from meeting with three ravens."
A. work in three gols 12 mo Called Tales of the northern hations. Mas published in
1823. It contains but part of the tales published in mit rum, stuites
Soares. And sells high.