At morn he arises, composes his look, And proceeds to his work as before; The people beheld him, the culprit they took; They thought that the Painter his prison had broke, And to prison they led him once more. They open the dungeon ;.. behold in his place He smirks and he smiles and he leers with a grace, Quoth the Painter, I trust you'll suspect me no more, But I'll alter the picture above the Church-door, ST. MICHAEL'S CHAIR, AND WHO SAT THERE. Merrily merrily rung the bells, The bells of St. Michael's tower, When Richard Penlake and Rebecca his wife Richard Penlake was a chearful man, Chearful and frank and free, But he led a sad life with Rebecca his wife, Richard Penlake a scolding would take, Then Richard Penlake his crab-stick would take, Rebecca his wife had often wish'd It chanced that Richard Penlake fell sick, Now hear my prayer, St. Michael! and spare And to thine altar we will go, Richard Penlake repeated the vow, When Richard grew well Rebecca his wife Teized him by night and by day : O mine own dear! for you I fear, If we the vow delay. Merrily merrily rung the bells, The bells of St. Michael's tower, When Richard Penlake and Rebecca his wife Arrived at the church door. Six marks they on the altar laid, Up the tower Rebecca ran, A curse on the ringers for rocking A blessing on St. Michael's chair! And out Rebecca was thrown. |