...tongue, Pushed and pulled up the rocky lane, Shouting and singing the shrill refrain: ' Here 's Flnd Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead! ' " Such a subject as that stirred the Yankee Quaker to the depths. A human being, deaf to the still...

...in his sorry trim, Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear Of voices shouting far and near : " Here 's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd,...an' corr'd in a corrt, By the women o' Morble'ead ! " " Hear me neighbors ! " at last he cried, — " What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the shame...

...aground, Shook head and fist, shook hat and cane, And cracked with curses the hoarse refrain ; ' Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! ' " ' Hear me, Neighbors ! ' at last he cried, — ' What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the...

...aground, Shook head, and fist, and hat, and cane, And cracked with curses the hoarse refrain : " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew...

...Maenads sang: " Here's Find Oirson, for his horrd horrt. Torr'd an' futhcr'd, an' corr'd in & oorrt. By the women o' Morble'ead!" Small pity for him !...— Sailed away from a sinking wreck, With his own town's people on her deck ! " Lay by ! lay by !" they called to him. Back he answered, " Sink or swim...

...idol glum and grim, Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear Of voices shouting far and near: " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " " Hear me, neighbors ! " at last he cried, — " What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the shame...

...aground, Shook head, and fist, and hat, and cane, And cracked with curses the hoarse refrain : •' Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, ~ Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead !" " Hear me, neighbors !" at last he cried,— " What to me is this noisy ride? What is the shame...

...of tongue, Pushed and pulled up the rocky lane, Shouting and singing the shrill refrain : " Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a eorrt By the women o' M orble'ead I " Wrinkled scolds with hands on hips, Girls iu bloom of cheek and...

...idol glum and grim, Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear Of voices shouting, far and near : " Here 's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " " Hear me, neighbors ! " at last he cried, — " What to me is this noisy ride ? What is the shame...

...and hat, and cane, And cracked with curses the hoarse refrain : " Here 's Find Oirson, fur his horrcl horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt By the women o' Morble'ead ! " Sweetly along the Salem road Bloom of orchard and lilac showed. Little the wicked skipper knew...