Commanded Hodge to let her go,
Nor lead her to the Mistletoe;
“Why should you ask it o’er and o’er?”
Cried she, “we’ve been there twice before!”
’Tis thus, to check a rival’s sway,
That Women oft themselves betray;
While Vanity, alone, pursuing,
They rashly prove, their own undoing.
THE
POOR, SINGING DAME.
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle,