So for three and forty winters, Till his shoes were worn to splinters, All those hills he wander'd o'er,-- Sometimes silent;--sometimes yelling;-- Till he came to Borley-Melling, Near his old ancestral dwelling (But his shoes were far too tight). VII. On a little heap of Barley Died my aged Uncle Arly, And they buried him one night;-- Close beside the leafy thicket;-- There,--his hat and Railway-Ticket;-- There,--his ever-faithful Cricket (But his shoes were far too tight). Footnotes: [1] _Washerman._ [2] _Fan._ [3] _Butler._ [4] _Waiter at table._ [5] _Police or post station._ [6] _Office messenger._ [7] _Water skin._ [8] _Watercourse._ [9] _Groom._ [10] _Water-carrier._ [11] _Sedan Chair._ [12] _Salt._ [13] _Waist Sash._ Transcriber's Notes: Passages in italics are indicated by _italics_. The original text contains numerous decorative illustrations that are not noted in this text version.