_Smith_ transferred it to one of the BROWNS, And took his money,--five silver crowns. _Brown_ delivered it up to MOORE, Who paid, it is plain, not five, but four. _Moore_ made over the chair to LEE, Who gave him crowns of silver three. _Lee_ conveyed it unto DREW, And now the payment, of course, was two. _Drew_ gave up the chair to DUNN,-- All he got, as you see, was one. _Dunn_ released the chair to HALL, And got by the bargain no crown at all. --And now it passed to a second BROWN, Who took it, and likewise _claimed a crown_. When _Brown_ conveyed it unto WARE, Having had one crown, to make it fair, He paid him two crowns to take the chair; And _Ware_, being honest, (as all Wares be,) He paid one POTTER, who took it, three. Four got ROBINSON; five got DIX; JOHNSON _primus_ demanded six; And so the sum kept gathering still Till after the battle of Bunker's Hill. --When paper money became so cheap, Folks wouldn't count it, but said "a heap," A certain RICHARDS, the books declare, (A.M. in '90? I've looked with care Through the Triennial,--_name not there_,) This person, Richards, was offered then Eight score pounds, but would have ten; Nine, I think, was the sum he took,-- Not quite certain,--but see the book. --By and by the wars were still, But nothing had altered the Parson's will. The old arm-chair was solid yet, But saddled with such a monstrous debt! Things grew quite too bad to bear, Paying such sums to get rid of the chair! But dead men's fingers hold awful tight, And there was the will in black and white, Plain enough for a child to spell. What should be done no man could tell, For the chair was a kind of nightmare curse, And every season but made it worse.