THE LEGEND. PART I. ONCE on a time three Pilgrims true, For Their names, little friends, I am sorry to say, But the son, if you please, we'll call Pierre, From France they came, in which fair land And they took up their lodging one night on the way Now, if poor Pilgrims they had been, And had lodged in the Hospice instead of the Inn, Why then you never would have heard, For the Innkeepers they had a daughter, Sad to say, who was just such another, As Potiphar's daughter, I think, would have been If she follow'd the ways of her mother. This wicked woman to our Pierre And, because she fail'd to win his love, So she pack'd up a silver cup And then, as soon as they were gone, The Pilgrims were overtaken, The people gather'd round, Their wallets were search'd, and in Pierre's They dragg'd him before the Alcayde; "The theft," he said, "was plain and proved, And hang'd the thief must be." So to the gallows our poor Pierre If I should now relate The piteous lamentation, Which for their son these parents made, My little friends, I am afraid But Pierre in Santiago still "'T was a short way to Heaven,” he said, Though not the pleasantest." 66 And from their pilgrimage he charged His parents not to cease, Saying that unless they promised this, He could not be hang'd in peace. They promised it with heavy hearts; Pierre then, therewith content, Was hang'd: and they upon their way To Compostella went. THE LEGEND. PART II. FOUR weeks they travell'd painfully, The Mother would not be withheld, Where her poor Pierre was left to hang Oh tale most marvellous to hear, Eight weeks had he been hanging there, "Mother," said he, "I am glad you 're return'd, It is time I should now be released: Though I cannot complain that I'm tired, And my neck does not ache in the least. "The Sun has not scorch'd me by day, The Moon has not chill'd me by night; And the winds have but help'd me to swing, As if in a dream of delight. "Go you to the Alcayde, Now, you must know the Alcayde, His knife was raised to carve, In came the Mother wild with joy; But that most hasty Judge unjust |