In Cornish land, was when I did see
The 'Old Inn,' by Mary Mundy.
'Twas on Saturday afternoon
That I was trudging, a weary loon,
To spend at the "Lizard" my Sunday,
When thro' the corner of my right eye,
The happy sign I did espy—
"Old Inn, by Mary Mundy."
So I went in, and out came she
With a face from which blue devils would flee,