He heard the shout of joy, for now
A boat approach’d the wall,
And eager to the welcome aid
They crowd for safety all.
My boat is small, the boatman cried,
This dangerous haste forbear!
Wait other aid, this little bark
But one from hence can bear.
Lord William leap’d into the boat,
Haste—haste to yonder shore!
And ample wealth shall well reward,
Ply swift and strong the oar.
The boatman plied the oar, the boat
Went light along the stream,
Sudden Lord William heard a cry
Like Edmund’s drowning scream.
The boatman paus’d, methought I heard
A child’s distressful cry!
’Twas but the howling wind of night
Lord William made reply.
Haste haste—ply swift and strong the oar!
Haste haste across the stream!
Again Lord William heard a cry
Like Edmund’s drowning scream.
I heard a child’s distressful scream
The boatman cried again.
Nay hasten on—the night is dark—
And we should search in vain.
Oh God! Lord William dost thou know
How dreadful ’tis to die?
And can’st thou without pity hear
A child’s expiring cry?
How horrible it is to sink
Beneath the chilly stream,
To stretch the powerless arms in vain,
In vain for help to scream?
The shriek again was heard. It came
More deep, more piercing loud,
That instant o’er the flood the moon
Shone through a broken cloud.
And near them they beheld a child,
Upon a crag he stood,
A little crag, and all around
Was spread the rising flood.
The boatman plied the oar, the boat
Approach’d his resting place,
The moon-beam shone upon the child
And show’d how pale his face.
Now reach thine hand! the boatman cried
Lord William reach and save!
The child stretch’d forth his little hands
To grasp the hand he gave.
Then William shriek’d; the hand he touch’d
Was cold and damp and dead!
He felt young Edmund in his arms
A heavier weight than lead.
The boat sunk down, the murderer sunk
Beneath the avenging stream;
He rose, he scream’d, no human ear
Heard William’s drowning scream.
A Ballad, Shewing how an old Woman rode Double, and who rode before
her.
heavy black illustration (woodcut) of the title worth seeing!
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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