When we were not allowed to venture o’er
The threshold, night and day kept close at spinning,
There stood she, with her paramour,
Upon the bench, before the door,
Or in the lane, and hour for hour
Scarce knew the end from the beginning.
’Tis time that she should go to school
And learn—on the repentance-stool!
Margaret.
But he will take her for his wife.