On the University Carrier (etc.)
Here lies old Hobson, Death hath broke his girt,
And here, alas, hath laid him in the dirt;
Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one
He’s here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
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His earthly journey hath run its full course
Cut short by putrid pestilence (or worse).
A curse on the plague which takes such as he
Yet renders the blackguard at liberty.
He was hurried to his untimely end
Perhaps his leisurely life to amend
(No-one ever espied his cart in haste
Nor saw him ever goodly food to waste).
He would recline full length upon his seat
His hat o’er his eyes, a dog at his feet.
His nag always knew which pathway to take
So Old Hobson had no need to awake.
No-one actually ever saw him move
His vital signs to passers-by to prove
From village to village he journeyed thus
From the age of twenty to fifty plus.
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