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Because, you must know, that that morning,
The Cook had cut off their heads,
The Hen would have prank'd up her feathers,
But plucking had sadly deform'd her;
And the Cock felt exceedingly queer;
He thought it a very odd thing
The gizzard got into its place,
Did the liver and all the rest.
The heads saw their way to the bodies,
And in flew the feathers, like snow in a shower,
For they all became white on the way; Aid the Cock and the Hen in a trice were refledged,
And then who so happy as they !
Cluck! cluck! cried the Hen right merrily then,
The Cock his clarion blew,
“ A MIRACLE!” a miracle !” The people shouted, as they might well, When the news went through the town; · And every
child and woman and man Took
and away they ran
They made a famous procession;
My good little women and men,
And I think will never again.
Santiago's Image, large as life, Went first with banners and drum and fife;
And next, as was most meet, The twice-born Cock and Hen were borne
Along the thronging street.
Perch'd on a cross-pole hoisted high,
And, when the people set up a cry,
And because they very well knew for why
They were carried in such solemnity, And saw the Saint and his banners before 'em, They behaved with the greatest propriety,
And most correct decorum.
The Knife, which had cut off their heads that morn, Still red with their innocent blood, was borne,
The scullion boy he carried it; And the Skewers also made a part of the show,
With which they were truss'd for the spit.
The Cook in triumph bore that Spit
As high as he was able ; And the Dish was display'd wherein they were laid
When they had been served at table.
With eager faith the crowd prest round;
For who should dip a finger-tip
In the blessed Gravy then,
Next went the Alcayde, beating his breast,
Crying aloud like a man distrest,
“Santiago, Santiago !
And lifting oftentimes his hands
Towards the Cock and Hen,
The Father and Mother were last in the train
Rejoicingly they came,
Santiago's glorious name.
So, with all honours that might be,
They gently unhang'd Pierre;
But, to make the wonder clear,
Just under his left ear.