With what I'd requested, and make her confession,
In hopes that her anguish of mind it might lessen.
'You must know then,' she said,
'That I formerly led
The life of a gipsy, till seized with the gout;
When as I no more with my race could roam out,
Each one of my tribe
Agreed to subscribe
To build me a cottage, or shed of some kind,
Where shelter and rest in my pain I might find.