O Lady Wye! O Lady Wye!
Consider what you do;
How can you be so short with me,
I am not so with you?
XVII.
Then ringing for her serving men,
They show’d him to the door:
Said they, you turn out better now,
Why didn’t you before?
XVIII.
They stripp’d his coat, and gave him kicks
For all his wages due;
And off, instead of green and gold,
He went in black and blue.
XIX.
No family would take him in,
Because of this discharge;
So he made up his mind to serve
The country all at large.
XX.
Huzza! the Serjeant cried, and put
The money in his hand,
And with a shilling cut him off
From his paternal land.