I did not till this day discover—
That down in Deptford’s prison ships,
Oh, Mary! you’ve a hulking lover!
“’T WERE WELL IF WE HAD NEVER MET.”
No. II.
“Love, with a witness.”
HE has shav’d off his whiskers and blacken’d his brows,
Wears a patch and a wig of false hair,—
But it’s him—Oh it’s him!—we exchanged lovers’ vows,