Oh! I shall die, said she, with shame!
Now, Master—who is most to blame?
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My face again I ne’er can show,
I shall be hooted as I go—
What will the neighbours say—Oh! oh!
The sorrowing husband now repented;
And Susan in her turn resented:
While he, with looks most melancholy,
Confessed he’d equall’d her in folly;