Where skulks the villain?"—"On the ocean wide
My William seeks a portion for his bride."—
"Vain be his search! but, till the traitor come,
The higgler's cottage be thy future home;
There with his ancient shrew and care abide,
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And hide thy head—thy shame thou canst not hide."
Day after day was pass'd in pains and grief;
Week follow'd week—and still was no relief.
Her boy was born—no lads nor lasses came