But this poor girl was left in the great hall,
While Scout, the parish guardian of the frail,
Discussed (he hated beer yclept the "small")
A mighty mug of moral double ale.
She waited until Justice could recall
Its kind attentions to their proper pale,
To name a thing in nomenclature rather[OC]
Perplexing for most virgins—a child's father.
LXVIII.
You see here was enough of occupation