Faithless Nelly Gray, By Thomas Hood Esq. 1888.

For Sale is Two pages with Colour Illustrations removed from 'The Graphic Christmas Number 1888," showing the Poem "Faithless Nellie Gray," Written by Thomas Hood Esq.  and Illustrated by W. Ralston.

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Ben Battle was a Soldier Bold,
And used to War's Alarms ;
But a Cannon Ball yook off his Legs
Some laid down his Arms.

Now as they Bore him off the field,
Said he, "Let others shoot 
For here I leave my second leg,
And the Forty-second foot

The Army surgeons made him Limbs ;
Said he they're only Pegs ;
But there's as wooden members Quite
As represent my Legs.

Nnw Ben he loved a pretty Maid ;
Her name was Nelly Gray ;
So he went to pay her his devours
when he'd devoured his pay.

But when he called on Nelly Gray.
She made him quite a scoff ;
And when she saw his wooden legs,
Began to take them off.

"Oh Nelly Gray  ;  Oh Nelly Gray'
Is this your love so warm !
The love that loves a scarlet coat
Should be more uniform.

Said she  "I loved a soldier once.
For he was blithe and brave ;
But I will never have a man
With both legs in the Grave.

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"Before you had those timber-toes.
Yore Love : Diid Alllow,
But then, You know, you stand upon
Another footing now."

"O Nelly Gray !  Oh Nelly Gray !
For all your jeering speeches,
At duty's call I left my legs
In Badajose's Breaches"

"Why, then", Said she,"you've ;ost the feet 
of legs in wars alarms
And now you cannot wear your shoes
Upon your feets of Arms."

" O false and fickle Nelly Gray!
I know why you refuse-
Though I've no feet, some other man
Is standing in my shoes.

"I wish I ne'er had seen your face ;
But, now, a long fare well !
For you will be my death ; alas !
You will not be my Nell."

Now, when he went from Nelly Gray, 
His heart so heavy got, 
And life was such a burden grown
It made him take a knot.

So sound his melancholy neck
A rope he did entwine,
And for the second time in life,
Enlisted in the line !

One end he tied around a beam,
and then removed his pegs,
And as his legs were off of course
He soon was off his legs,

And there he hung till he was dead 
As any nail in town ;
For though dispair had cut him up,
It could not cut him down.

A Dozen men sat on his corpse,
To find out why he died.
And they buried Ben in Four Cross-Roads, 
With a Stake in his inside.
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Condition is Very Good.