Old Roger said; - “thy words are brave and true;
Come, live with me: we’ll vex those scoundrel-boys,
And that prim shrew shall, envying, hear our joys. -
Tobacco’s glorious fume all day we’ll share,
With beef and brandy kill all kinds of care;
We’ll beer and biscuit on our table heap,
And rail at rascals, till we fall asleep.”
Such was their life; but when the woodman died,
His grieving kin for Roger’s smiles applied -
In vain; he shut, with stern rebuke, the door,