The young man reddened, but merely replied that he had forgot some verses, and been obliged to put new ones; and Pharold, taking no further notice, continued his conversation with his companions. In the meantime, the consultation between the old lady and Dickon had gone on throughout the song, and was still continued. "Well, well, Dickon, my boy," rejoined the old lady to something that her companion had said under cover of the singing, "keep a good tongue in your head for a while, and we'll see what we can make of it. It is a shame, indeed, that he should have his own way of getting so much stuff, no one knows how--from the _Spirit_, I think--and prevent you from following your way of getting some too, specially when it's all to go with the rest. And he's proud of his way of getting money, too. Did you see with what an air he poured the shiners in?" "That I did, that I did," replied the other; "curse him! I'd get as many as he, if he'd let me." "Ay, but you see the thing is, Dick," she answered, "he gets it, no one knows how, without ever saying a word about it to any one. Now, you follow the same plan, my chick; and if he asks you, you can then tell him to mind his own business. But hush, he's looking at us. Bid Bill give us another stave." "Bill," cried Dickon, "give us another touch of it, there's a good 'un. Sing us Old Dobbin, and then come here and take a swig of the bingo with me and Mother Gray." Bill was not at all reluctant, and without the slightest appearance of bashful hesitation again began to pour fourth his fine voice in song. The air, however, was of a very different kind, as far as expression went, from that which he had formerly chosen, which had been somewhat more sentimental and solemn than the words in general required, or than might have been expected from the personage by whom it was sung. In the present case, his tones were all lively, and the song seemed well known to all his companions. SONG. 1. Lift your head, Robin! Lift it and see, Why shakes his bells, Dobbin, Under the tree. Why shakes his bells, Dobbin, His old noddle bobbing, As if there were strangers upon the green lea? 2. Lie quiet, lie quiet, Though danger be near, If we make not a riot There's nothing to fear. If you will but try it, And only lie quiet, There is no harm will happen my own little dear. 3. I have heard of the fairy That walks in the night, With a figure so airy And fingers so light, That though watch-dogs hairy May sleep in the airy, She will empty your hen-coops before morning light.