Now, so it happen’d, to annoy
The merry pair, a little boy
The only Son of lovely Bridget,
And, like his daddy, giv’n to fidget,
Enquir’d who this same neighbour was
That took the place his father left—
A most unworthy, shameless theft,—
A sacrilege on marriage laws!
The dame was somewhat disconcerted—
For, all that she could say or do,—