A thin slip of a girl, like a new moon,
Sure to be rounded into beauty soon,
A creature men would worship and adore,
Though now, in mean habiliments, she bore
A pail of water, dripping, through the street,
And bathing, as she went, her naked feet."
The buxom landlady at the inn, "Mistress Stavers in her furbelows," felt called upon to give her sharp reproof:
"'O Martha Hilton! Fie! how dare you go
About the town half-dressed, and looking so!'
At which the gypsy laughed, and straight replied: