And when I came in sight said flat,
What's this yer game Cissy is at?
She's thrown me off, and taken pity
On an Apostle from the City.
Five wives already, too, has he—
Poor cussed things as e'er I see—
Does she mean mischief or a lark?'
Waal, all the men at thet look'd dark,
And scratch'd their heads and seem'd in
doubt.