Speaks of the Fortune-telling crew,
And how all things the Vagrants knew;
Kate hears: and soon determines, she
Will know her future destiny.
Swift to the wood she hies, tho’ late
To read the tablet of her Fate.
The Moon its crystal beam scarce shew’d
Upon the darkly shadow’d road;
The hedge-row was the feasting-place
Where, round a little blazing wood,