For it left New York at twelve, or more, AND ARRIVED AT BRISTOL A QUARTER BEFORE! Quicker than bullet that's urged by trigger, And all through the speed of a single nigger! XI. From Bristol, Nigger's massa took De boy to Paddy's land, Where him still preserve de Kentuck look, Wid his skin as strong and black as tunder- De occasion him Of Paddy's very next blunder! Was a box some Lord found suiting His purpose most remarkably well, Wherein he, and his sporting friends might dwell; And dine in a trice, On their game so nice, After they'd been hunting or shooting: Heartily dine, and drink full deep, And heartily tired-retire-and sleep! II. To this shooting box Some jolly cocks Were handsomely invited; They came by day, they came by night, Of guests the most delighted, To enjoy the life of the nobleman's house, After the shooting of pheasant or grouse. III. The host began to wonder now, As in he saw them fall; By the powers-they're more than I thought I vow, What shall I do with them all? I'm shortish of room-but the wisest plan Is to pig them together as well as I can; If I give them abundance to eat and to drink— They shall all have their fill, While there's mate in the pot, or potheen in the still. IV. Now everybody that came to shoot, Did n't come all by himself, like a brute, As if devoid of knowledge; No-he brought his servant to carry his bag, Polish his gun off, and curry his nag; And attentively see How he took his degree At his Lordship's hunting college! And so It was very hard work indeed to know How and where the servants to stow; For it's true-although sometimes a disaster That a man must sleep sometimes as well as his master! V. However, by dint of managing well, The good Lord had settled for servant and swell; And with some in the kitchen, and some in the shed, 'T was clear every guest Would have some place of rest, There was no fear of any one's wanting a bed! VI. But one day, after a run very fine, All the boys had come in to dine, |