[p19]
What shall we wish for? let us ponder.
Lord, how the neighbours will all wonder!
Quoth Homespun—if ’tis not a dream,
I’ll have a farm, and keep a team.
A farm! said Susan: on my life,
I’ll be no farmer’s dowdy wife,
To toil and drudge thro’ mud and mire:
I hope you’ll hold your head much higher.
Well, well, then—shall I be a Squire?—