RICHARD AND KATE.A SUFFOLK BALLAD.The following verses were written by Robert Bloomfield, an English shoemaker, more than sixty years ago, when the working-classes of England had far more limited opportunities for obtaining education than they now have. Criticism could easily point out imperfections in the style of this simple story, but the consolations of age among the poor are presented in such a touching manner that it is worthy of preservation.“Come, Goody! stop your humdrum wheel!Sweep up your orts, and get your hat!Old joys revived once more I feel,’Tis Fair-day! Ay, andmorethan that!“Have you forgot, Kate, prithee say,How many seasons here we’ve tarried?’Tis forty years, this very day,Since you and I, old girl, weremarried.“Look out! The sun shines warm and bright;The stiles are low, the paths all dry:I know you cut your corns last night;Come! be as free from care as I.“For I’m resolved once more to seeThat place where we so often met;Though few have had more cares than we,We’ve none just now to make us fret.”Kate scorned to damp the generous flame,That warmed her aged partner’s breast;Yet, ere determination came,She thus some trifling doubts expressed:—“Night will come on, when seated snug,And you’ve perhaps begun some tale;Can you then leave your dear stone mug?Leave all the folks, and all the ale?”“Ay, Kate, I wool; because I know,Though timehasbeen we both could run,Such days are gone and over now.I only mean to see the fun.”His mattock he behind the door,And hedging gloves, again replaced;And looked across the yellow moor,And urged his tottering spouse to haste.The day was up, the air serene,The firmament without a cloud;The bees hummed o’er the level green,Where knots of trembling cowslips bowed.And Richard thus, with heart elate,As past things rushed across his mind,Over his shoulder talked to Kate,Who, snug tucked up, walked slow behind:“When once a giggling mautherGyou,And I a red-faced, chubby boy,Sly tricks you played me, not a few;For mischief was your greatest joy.“Once, passing by this very tree,A gotchHof milk I’d been to fill;You shouldered me; then laughed to seeMe and my gotch spin down the hill.”“’Tis true,” she said; “but here behold,And marvel at the course of time!Though you and I are both grown old,This tree is only in its prime.”“Well, Goody, don’t stand preaching now!Folks don’t preach sermons at a Fair.We’ve reared ten boys and girls, you know;And I’ll be bound they’ll all be there.”Now friendly nods and smiles had they,From many a kind Fair-going face;And many a pinch Kate gave away,While Richard kept his usual pace.At length, arrived amid the throng,Grandchildren, bawling, hemmed them round,And dragged them by the skirts along,Where gingerbread bestrewed the ground.And soon the aged couple spiedTheir lusty sons, and daughters dear;When Richard thus exulting cried:“Didn’t Itellyou they’d be here?”The cordial greetings of the soulWere visible in every face;Affection, void of all control,Governed with a resistless grace.’Twas good to see the honest strife,Who should contribute most to please;And hear the long-recounted life,Of infant tricks and happy days.But now, as at some nobler places,Among the leaders ’twas decreedTime to begin the Dicky-Races,More famed for laughter than for speed.Richard looked on with wondrous glee,And praised the lad who chanced to win.“Kate, wa’n’t I such a one as he?As like him, ay, as pin to pin?“Full fifty years have passed away,Since I rode this same ground about;Lord! I was lively as the day!I won the High-lows, out and out.“I’m surely growing young again,I feel myself so kedge and plump!From head to feet I’ve not one pain.Nay, hang me, if I couldn’t jump!”Thus spake the ale in Richard’s pate;A very little made him mellow;But still he loved his faithful Kate,Who whispered thus: “My good old fellow,“Remember what you promised me!And, see, the sun is getting low!The children want an hour, ye see,To talk a bit before we go.”Like youthful lover, most complying,He turned and chucked her by the chinThen all across the green grass hieing;Right merry faces, all akin.Their farewell quart beneath a tree,That drooped its branches from above,Awaked the pure felicity,That waits upon parental love.Kate viewed her blooming daughters round,And sons who shook her withered hand;Her features spoke what joy she found.But utterance had made a stand.The children toppled on the green,And bowled their fairings down the hillRichard with pride beheld the scene,Nor could he, for his life, sit still.A father’s unchecked feelings gaveA tenderness to all he said:“My boys, how proud am I to haveMy name thus round the country spread.“Through all my days I’ve labored hard,And could of pains and crosses tell;But this is labor’s great reward,To meet ye thus, and see ye well.“My good old partner, when at home,Sometimes with wishes mingles tears;Goody, says I, let what wool come,We’ve nothing for them but our prayers.“May you be all as old as I,And see your sons to manhood grow;And many a time, before you die,Be just as pleased as I am now.”Then (raising still his mug and voice),“An old man’s weakness don’t despise!I love you well, my girls and boys.God bless you all!” So said his eyes;For, as he spoke, a big round dropFell bounding on his ample sleeve;A witness which he could not stop;A witness which all hearts believe.Thou, filial piety, wert there;And round the ring, benignly bright,Dwelt in the luscious half-shed tear,And in the parting words, “Good Night!”With thankful hearts and strengthened loveThe poor old pair, supremely blest,Saw the sun sink behind the grove,And gained once more their lowly rest.GA giddy young girl.HA pitcher.
RICHARD AND KATE.A SUFFOLK BALLAD.
The following verses were written by Robert Bloomfield, an English shoemaker, more than sixty years ago, when the working-classes of England had far more limited opportunities for obtaining education than they now have. Criticism could easily point out imperfections in the style of this simple story, but the consolations of age among the poor are presented in such a touching manner that it is worthy of preservation.
The following verses were written by Robert Bloomfield, an English shoemaker, more than sixty years ago, when the working-classes of England had far more limited opportunities for obtaining education than they now have. Criticism could easily point out imperfections in the style of this simple story, but the consolations of age among the poor are presented in such a touching manner that it is worthy of preservation.
“Come, Goody! stop your humdrum wheel!Sweep up your orts, and get your hat!Old joys revived once more I feel,’Tis Fair-day! Ay, andmorethan that!“Have you forgot, Kate, prithee say,How many seasons here we’ve tarried?’Tis forty years, this very day,Since you and I, old girl, weremarried.“Look out! The sun shines warm and bright;The stiles are low, the paths all dry:I know you cut your corns last night;Come! be as free from care as I.“For I’m resolved once more to seeThat place where we so often met;Though few have had more cares than we,We’ve none just now to make us fret.”Kate scorned to damp the generous flame,That warmed her aged partner’s breast;Yet, ere determination came,She thus some trifling doubts expressed:—“Night will come on, when seated snug,And you’ve perhaps begun some tale;Can you then leave your dear stone mug?Leave all the folks, and all the ale?”“Ay, Kate, I wool; because I know,Though timehasbeen we both could run,Such days are gone and over now.I only mean to see the fun.”His mattock he behind the door,And hedging gloves, again replaced;And looked across the yellow moor,And urged his tottering spouse to haste.The day was up, the air serene,The firmament without a cloud;The bees hummed o’er the level green,Where knots of trembling cowslips bowed.And Richard thus, with heart elate,As past things rushed across his mind,Over his shoulder talked to Kate,Who, snug tucked up, walked slow behind:“When once a giggling mautherGyou,And I a red-faced, chubby boy,Sly tricks you played me, not a few;For mischief was your greatest joy.“Once, passing by this very tree,A gotchHof milk I’d been to fill;You shouldered me; then laughed to seeMe and my gotch spin down the hill.”“’Tis true,” she said; “but here behold,And marvel at the course of time!Though you and I are both grown old,This tree is only in its prime.”“Well, Goody, don’t stand preaching now!Folks don’t preach sermons at a Fair.We’ve reared ten boys and girls, you know;And I’ll be bound they’ll all be there.”Now friendly nods and smiles had they,From many a kind Fair-going face;And many a pinch Kate gave away,While Richard kept his usual pace.At length, arrived amid the throng,Grandchildren, bawling, hemmed them round,And dragged them by the skirts along,Where gingerbread bestrewed the ground.And soon the aged couple spiedTheir lusty sons, and daughters dear;When Richard thus exulting cried:“Didn’t Itellyou they’d be here?”The cordial greetings of the soulWere visible in every face;Affection, void of all control,Governed with a resistless grace.’Twas good to see the honest strife,Who should contribute most to please;And hear the long-recounted life,Of infant tricks and happy days.But now, as at some nobler places,Among the leaders ’twas decreedTime to begin the Dicky-Races,More famed for laughter than for speed.Richard looked on with wondrous glee,And praised the lad who chanced to win.“Kate, wa’n’t I such a one as he?As like him, ay, as pin to pin?“Full fifty years have passed away,Since I rode this same ground about;Lord! I was lively as the day!I won the High-lows, out and out.“I’m surely growing young again,I feel myself so kedge and plump!From head to feet I’ve not one pain.Nay, hang me, if I couldn’t jump!”Thus spake the ale in Richard’s pate;A very little made him mellow;But still he loved his faithful Kate,Who whispered thus: “My good old fellow,“Remember what you promised me!And, see, the sun is getting low!The children want an hour, ye see,To talk a bit before we go.”Like youthful lover, most complying,He turned and chucked her by the chinThen all across the green grass hieing;Right merry faces, all akin.Their farewell quart beneath a tree,That drooped its branches from above,Awaked the pure felicity,That waits upon parental love.Kate viewed her blooming daughters round,And sons who shook her withered hand;Her features spoke what joy she found.But utterance had made a stand.The children toppled on the green,And bowled their fairings down the hillRichard with pride beheld the scene,Nor could he, for his life, sit still.A father’s unchecked feelings gaveA tenderness to all he said:“My boys, how proud am I to haveMy name thus round the country spread.“Through all my days I’ve labored hard,And could of pains and crosses tell;But this is labor’s great reward,To meet ye thus, and see ye well.“My good old partner, when at home,Sometimes with wishes mingles tears;Goody, says I, let what wool come,We’ve nothing for them but our prayers.“May you be all as old as I,And see your sons to manhood grow;And many a time, before you die,Be just as pleased as I am now.”Then (raising still his mug and voice),“An old man’s weakness don’t despise!I love you well, my girls and boys.God bless you all!” So said his eyes;For, as he spoke, a big round dropFell bounding on his ample sleeve;A witness which he could not stop;A witness which all hearts believe.Thou, filial piety, wert there;And round the ring, benignly bright,Dwelt in the luscious half-shed tear,And in the parting words, “Good Night!”With thankful hearts and strengthened loveThe poor old pair, supremely blest,Saw the sun sink behind the grove,And gained once more their lowly rest.
“Come, Goody! stop your humdrum wheel!Sweep up your orts, and get your hat!Old joys revived once more I feel,’Tis Fair-day! Ay, andmorethan that!“Have you forgot, Kate, prithee say,How many seasons here we’ve tarried?’Tis forty years, this very day,Since you and I, old girl, weremarried.“Look out! The sun shines warm and bright;The stiles are low, the paths all dry:I know you cut your corns last night;Come! be as free from care as I.“For I’m resolved once more to seeThat place where we so often met;Though few have had more cares than we,We’ve none just now to make us fret.”Kate scorned to damp the generous flame,That warmed her aged partner’s breast;Yet, ere determination came,She thus some trifling doubts expressed:—“Night will come on, when seated snug,And you’ve perhaps begun some tale;Can you then leave your dear stone mug?Leave all the folks, and all the ale?”“Ay, Kate, I wool; because I know,Though timehasbeen we both could run,Such days are gone and over now.I only mean to see the fun.”His mattock he behind the door,And hedging gloves, again replaced;And looked across the yellow moor,And urged his tottering spouse to haste.The day was up, the air serene,The firmament without a cloud;The bees hummed o’er the level green,Where knots of trembling cowslips bowed.And Richard thus, with heart elate,As past things rushed across his mind,Over his shoulder talked to Kate,Who, snug tucked up, walked slow behind:“When once a giggling mautherGyou,And I a red-faced, chubby boy,Sly tricks you played me, not a few;For mischief was your greatest joy.“Once, passing by this very tree,A gotchHof milk I’d been to fill;You shouldered me; then laughed to seeMe and my gotch spin down the hill.”“’Tis true,” she said; “but here behold,And marvel at the course of time!Though you and I are both grown old,This tree is only in its prime.”“Well, Goody, don’t stand preaching now!Folks don’t preach sermons at a Fair.We’ve reared ten boys and girls, you know;And I’ll be bound they’ll all be there.”Now friendly nods and smiles had they,From many a kind Fair-going face;And many a pinch Kate gave away,While Richard kept his usual pace.At length, arrived amid the throng,Grandchildren, bawling, hemmed them round,And dragged them by the skirts along,Where gingerbread bestrewed the ground.And soon the aged couple spiedTheir lusty sons, and daughters dear;When Richard thus exulting cried:“Didn’t Itellyou they’d be here?”The cordial greetings of the soulWere visible in every face;Affection, void of all control,Governed with a resistless grace.’Twas good to see the honest strife,Who should contribute most to please;And hear the long-recounted life,Of infant tricks and happy days.But now, as at some nobler places,Among the leaders ’twas decreedTime to begin the Dicky-Races,More famed for laughter than for speed.Richard looked on with wondrous glee,And praised the lad who chanced to win.“Kate, wa’n’t I such a one as he?As like him, ay, as pin to pin?“Full fifty years have passed away,Since I rode this same ground about;Lord! I was lively as the day!I won the High-lows, out and out.“I’m surely growing young again,I feel myself so kedge and plump!From head to feet I’ve not one pain.Nay, hang me, if I couldn’t jump!”Thus spake the ale in Richard’s pate;A very little made him mellow;But still he loved his faithful Kate,Who whispered thus: “My good old fellow,“Remember what you promised me!And, see, the sun is getting low!The children want an hour, ye see,To talk a bit before we go.”Like youthful lover, most complying,He turned and chucked her by the chinThen all across the green grass hieing;Right merry faces, all akin.Their farewell quart beneath a tree,That drooped its branches from above,Awaked the pure felicity,That waits upon parental love.Kate viewed her blooming daughters round,And sons who shook her withered hand;Her features spoke what joy she found.But utterance had made a stand.The children toppled on the green,And bowled their fairings down the hillRichard with pride beheld the scene,Nor could he, for his life, sit still.A father’s unchecked feelings gaveA tenderness to all he said:“My boys, how proud am I to haveMy name thus round the country spread.“Through all my days I’ve labored hard,And could of pains and crosses tell;But this is labor’s great reward,To meet ye thus, and see ye well.“My good old partner, when at home,Sometimes with wishes mingles tears;Goody, says I, let what wool come,We’ve nothing for them but our prayers.“May you be all as old as I,And see your sons to manhood grow;And many a time, before you die,Be just as pleased as I am now.”Then (raising still his mug and voice),“An old man’s weakness don’t despise!I love you well, my girls and boys.God bless you all!” So said his eyes;For, as he spoke, a big round dropFell bounding on his ample sleeve;A witness which he could not stop;A witness which all hearts believe.Thou, filial piety, wert there;And round the ring, benignly bright,Dwelt in the luscious half-shed tear,And in the parting words, “Good Night!”With thankful hearts and strengthened loveThe poor old pair, supremely blest,Saw the sun sink behind the grove,And gained once more their lowly rest.
“Come, Goody! stop your humdrum wheel!Sweep up your orts, and get your hat!Old joys revived once more I feel,’Tis Fair-day! Ay, andmorethan that!
“Come, Goody! stop your humdrum wheel!
Sweep up your orts, and get your hat!
Old joys revived once more I feel,
’Tis Fair-day! Ay, andmorethan that!
“Have you forgot, Kate, prithee say,How many seasons here we’ve tarried?’Tis forty years, this very day,Since you and I, old girl, weremarried.
“Have you forgot, Kate, prithee say,
How many seasons here we’ve tarried?
’Tis forty years, this very day,
Since you and I, old girl, weremarried.
“Look out! The sun shines warm and bright;The stiles are low, the paths all dry:I know you cut your corns last night;Come! be as free from care as I.
“Look out! The sun shines warm and bright;
The stiles are low, the paths all dry:
I know you cut your corns last night;
Come! be as free from care as I.
“For I’m resolved once more to seeThat place where we so often met;Though few have had more cares than we,We’ve none just now to make us fret.”
“For I’m resolved once more to see
That place where we so often met;
Though few have had more cares than we,
We’ve none just now to make us fret.”
Kate scorned to damp the generous flame,That warmed her aged partner’s breast;Yet, ere determination came,She thus some trifling doubts expressed:—
Kate scorned to damp the generous flame,
That warmed her aged partner’s breast;
Yet, ere determination came,
She thus some trifling doubts expressed:—
“Night will come on, when seated snug,And you’ve perhaps begun some tale;Can you then leave your dear stone mug?Leave all the folks, and all the ale?”
“Night will come on, when seated snug,
And you’ve perhaps begun some tale;
Can you then leave your dear stone mug?
Leave all the folks, and all the ale?”
“Ay, Kate, I wool; because I know,Though timehasbeen we both could run,Such days are gone and over now.I only mean to see the fun.”
“Ay, Kate, I wool; because I know,
Though timehasbeen we both could run,
Such days are gone and over now.
I only mean to see the fun.”
His mattock he behind the door,And hedging gloves, again replaced;And looked across the yellow moor,And urged his tottering spouse to haste.
His mattock he behind the door,
And hedging gloves, again replaced;
And looked across the yellow moor,
And urged his tottering spouse to haste.
The day was up, the air serene,The firmament without a cloud;The bees hummed o’er the level green,Where knots of trembling cowslips bowed.
The day was up, the air serene,
The firmament without a cloud;
The bees hummed o’er the level green,
Where knots of trembling cowslips bowed.
And Richard thus, with heart elate,As past things rushed across his mind,Over his shoulder talked to Kate,Who, snug tucked up, walked slow behind:
And Richard thus, with heart elate,
As past things rushed across his mind,
Over his shoulder talked to Kate,
Who, snug tucked up, walked slow behind:
“When once a giggling mautherGyou,And I a red-faced, chubby boy,Sly tricks you played me, not a few;For mischief was your greatest joy.
“When once a giggling mautherGyou,
And I a red-faced, chubby boy,
Sly tricks you played me, not a few;
For mischief was your greatest joy.
“Once, passing by this very tree,A gotchHof milk I’d been to fill;You shouldered me; then laughed to seeMe and my gotch spin down the hill.”
“Once, passing by this very tree,
A gotchHof milk I’d been to fill;
You shouldered me; then laughed to see
Me and my gotch spin down the hill.”
“’Tis true,” she said; “but here behold,And marvel at the course of time!Though you and I are both grown old,This tree is only in its prime.”
“’Tis true,” she said; “but here behold,
And marvel at the course of time!
Though you and I are both grown old,
This tree is only in its prime.”
“Well, Goody, don’t stand preaching now!Folks don’t preach sermons at a Fair.We’ve reared ten boys and girls, you know;And I’ll be bound they’ll all be there.”
“Well, Goody, don’t stand preaching now!
Folks don’t preach sermons at a Fair.
We’ve reared ten boys and girls, you know;
And I’ll be bound they’ll all be there.”
Now friendly nods and smiles had they,From many a kind Fair-going face;And many a pinch Kate gave away,While Richard kept his usual pace.
Now friendly nods and smiles had they,
From many a kind Fair-going face;
And many a pinch Kate gave away,
While Richard kept his usual pace.
At length, arrived amid the throng,Grandchildren, bawling, hemmed them round,And dragged them by the skirts along,Where gingerbread bestrewed the ground.
At length, arrived amid the throng,
Grandchildren, bawling, hemmed them round,
And dragged them by the skirts along,
Where gingerbread bestrewed the ground.
And soon the aged couple spiedTheir lusty sons, and daughters dear;When Richard thus exulting cried:“Didn’t Itellyou they’d be here?”
And soon the aged couple spied
Their lusty sons, and daughters dear;
When Richard thus exulting cried:
“Didn’t Itellyou they’d be here?”
The cordial greetings of the soulWere visible in every face;Affection, void of all control,Governed with a resistless grace.
The cordial greetings of the soul
Were visible in every face;
Affection, void of all control,
Governed with a resistless grace.
’Twas good to see the honest strife,Who should contribute most to please;And hear the long-recounted life,Of infant tricks and happy days.
’Twas good to see the honest strife,
Who should contribute most to please;
And hear the long-recounted life,
Of infant tricks and happy days.
But now, as at some nobler places,Among the leaders ’twas decreedTime to begin the Dicky-Races,More famed for laughter than for speed.
But now, as at some nobler places,
Among the leaders ’twas decreed
Time to begin the Dicky-Races,
More famed for laughter than for speed.
Richard looked on with wondrous glee,And praised the lad who chanced to win.“Kate, wa’n’t I such a one as he?As like him, ay, as pin to pin?
Richard looked on with wondrous glee,
And praised the lad who chanced to win.
“Kate, wa’n’t I such a one as he?
As like him, ay, as pin to pin?
“Full fifty years have passed away,Since I rode this same ground about;Lord! I was lively as the day!I won the High-lows, out and out.
“Full fifty years have passed away,
Since I rode this same ground about;
Lord! I was lively as the day!
I won the High-lows, out and out.
“I’m surely growing young again,I feel myself so kedge and plump!From head to feet I’ve not one pain.Nay, hang me, if I couldn’t jump!”
“I’m surely growing young again,
I feel myself so kedge and plump!
From head to feet I’ve not one pain.
Nay, hang me, if I couldn’t jump!”
Thus spake the ale in Richard’s pate;A very little made him mellow;But still he loved his faithful Kate,Who whispered thus: “My good old fellow,
Thus spake the ale in Richard’s pate;
A very little made him mellow;
But still he loved his faithful Kate,
Who whispered thus: “My good old fellow,
“Remember what you promised me!And, see, the sun is getting low!The children want an hour, ye see,To talk a bit before we go.”
“Remember what you promised me!
And, see, the sun is getting low!
The children want an hour, ye see,
To talk a bit before we go.”
Like youthful lover, most complying,He turned and chucked her by the chinThen all across the green grass hieing;Right merry faces, all akin.
Like youthful lover, most complying,
He turned and chucked her by the chin
Then all across the green grass hieing;
Right merry faces, all akin.
Their farewell quart beneath a tree,That drooped its branches from above,Awaked the pure felicity,That waits upon parental love.
Their farewell quart beneath a tree,
That drooped its branches from above,
Awaked the pure felicity,
That waits upon parental love.
Kate viewed her blooming daughters round,And sons who shook her withered hand;Her features spoke what joy she found.But utterance had made a stand.
Kate viewed her blooming daughters round,
And sons who shook her withered hand;
Her features spoke what joy she found.
But utterance had made a stand.
The children toppled on the green,And bowled their fairings down the hillRichard with pride beheld the scene,Nor could he, for his life, sit still.
The children toppled on the green,
And bowled their fairings down the hill
Richard with pride beheld the scene,
Nor could he, for his life, sit still.
A father’s unchecked feelings gaveA tenderness to all he said:“My boys, how proud am I to haveMy name thus round the country spread.
A father’s unchecked feelings gave
A tenderness to all he said:
“My boys, how proud am I to have
My name thus round the country spread.
“Through all my days I’ve labored hard,And could of pains and crosses tell;But this is labor’s great reward,To meet ye thus, and see ye well.
“Through all my days I’ve labored hard,
And could of pains and crosses tell;
But this is labor’s great reward,
To meet ye thus, and see ye well.
“My good old partner, when at home,Sometimes with wishes mingles tears;Goody, says I, let what wool come,We’ve nothing for them but our prayers.
“My good old partner, when at home,
Sometimes with wishes mingles tears;
Goody, says I, let what wool come,
We’ve nothing for them but our prayers.
“May you be all as old as I,And see your sons to manhood grow;And many a time, before you die,Be just as pleased as I am now.”
“May you be all as old as I,
And see your sons to manhood grow;
And many a time, before you die,
Be just as pleased as I am now.”
Then (raising still his mug and voice),“An old man’s weakness don’t despise!I love you well, my girls and boys.God bless you all!” So said his eyes;
Then (raising still his mug and voice),
“An old man’s weakness don’t despise!
I love you well, my girls and boys.
God bless you all!” So said his eyes;
For, as he spoke, a big round dropFell bounding on his ample sleeve;A witness which he could not stop;A witness which all hearts believe.
For, as he spoke, a big round drop
Fell bounding on his ample sleeve;
A witness which he could not stop;
A witness which all hearts believe.
Thou, filial piety, wert there;And round the ring, benignly bright,Dwelt in the luscious half-shed tear,And in the parting words, “Good Night!”
Thou, filial piety, wert there;
And round the ring, benignly bright,
Dwelt in the luscious half-shed tear,
And in the parting words, “Good Night!”
With thankful hearts and strengthened loveThe poor old pair, supremely blest,Saw the sun sink behind the grove,And gained once more their lowly rest.
With thankful hearts and strengthened love
The poor old pair, supremely blest,
Saw the sun sink behind the grove,
And gained once more their lowly rest.
GA giddy young girl.HA pitcher.
GA giddy young girl.
HA pitcher.