“So ye say, but time will tell;
My daughter’s very well at home
So ye may pack and homeward roam.”
Again the one without exclaims in resolute tones:—
“Your home no more she’s doomed to share
Like every marriageable fair,
Her father’s roof she quits for one
Where she is mistress; wooed and won.
It now remains to see her wedded,
And homeward brought and safely bedded.