No sooner on this message Mrs. Roney was sped,
Than hup gits vicked Mary, and jumps out a bed;
She hopens all the trunks without never a key—
She bustes all the boxes, and vith them makes free.
Mrs. Roney’s best linning gownds, petticoats, and close,
Her children’s little coats and things, her boots and her hose,
She packed them, and she stole ’em, and avay vith them did flee
Mrs. Roney’s situation—you may think vat it vould be!
Of Mary, ungrateful, who had served her this vay,
Mrs. Roney heard nothink for a long year and a day,