GAMMER GAFFER
(A BALLAD OF GLOUCESTER)
I
ONE night when trees were tumbled down, And wild winds shook at sea the sail, Old Gammer Gaffer, lean and brown, Chuckled and whistled on her nail; Then seized her broom and, mounting it, Flew up the chimney with her cat; All Dogtown bayed to see her flit, The screech-owl shrieked, and, lightning-lit, About her head flew black the bat. II
Her crow-like body, humped and black, Seemed part and portion of her broom; The black cat, crouched upon her back, Lit with its yellow eyes the gloom.