A man whose name was Johnny Sands Had married Betty Haigh, And though she brought him gold and lands, She proved a terrible plague. For, oh, she was a scolding wife, Full of caprice and whim; He said that he was tired of life, And she was tired of him And she was tired of him. Says he, "Then I will drown myself, The river runs below.' Says she, "Pray do, you silly elf, I wished it long ago.' Says he, "Upon the brink I'll stand, Do you run down the hill And push me in with all your might.' Says she, "My love, I will,' Says she, "My love, I will.' "For fear that I should courage lack And try to save my life, Pray tie my hands behind my back.' "I will,' replied his wife. She tied them fast as you may think, And when securely done, "Now stand,' she says, "upon the brink, Now I'll prepare to run Now I'll prepare to run.' All down the hill his loving bride Now ran with all her force To push him in -- he stepped aside And she fell in of course. Now splashing, dashing like a fish, "Oh save me, Johnny Sands.' "I can't, my dear, though much I wish For you have tied my hands For you have tied my hands.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUSE by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |