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The man replied, no Woman no,
Then lend me now your little boat,
The Woman she leapt into the boat,
The King of the Crocodiles there was seen, He sat upon the eggs of his Queen,
And all around a numerous rout
The young Prince Crocodiles crawl'd about.
The Woman shook every limb with fear,
She fell upon her bended knee,
And that's the loss that makes me wild.
A Crocodile eat him for his food,
I know that you Sire! never do wrong,
You have done well, the King replies,
I have no tail to strike and slay,
I have teeth moreover as you may see,
On a DULL FELLOW
Being elected to a College Fellowship.
Well, Gr-gg-n, did they judge for you,
Your vacant intellect who knew
How innocent of knowledge;
Unfit for every scene of life,
For fear lest you should take a wife,
They sent you here to College.
Here you may study how to dine,
To make you brisk and mellow;
A very decent fellow.
Smooth lies your way of life before,
And to the country late return,
VEZINS & REGNIER.
This Story is related in L' Esprit de la ligue.
That night when kingly fraud and priestly rage
Regnier, a Hugonot, in Paris woke,
Rous'd by the murderer's yell, the victims cry, The wretched man expects the assassin's stroke, And pours a faltering prayer, prepared to die.
They come-they come-he hears the approaching sound!
His doors are burst, their torches flare around,