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THE "ILL WIND," &c.
In debt, deserted, and forlorn,
A melancholy elf
Resolved, upon a Monday morn,
To go and hang himself.
He reach'd the tree, when lo! he views
A pot of gold conceal'd;
He snatch'd it up, threw down the noose,
And scamper'd from the field.
The owner came--found out the theft,
And, having scratch'd his head,
Took up the rope the other left,
And hung himself, instead.
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