Yet wou’d tickle the lap-dog while combing his hair;
“Is the butler, my sweetheart,” said Peggy, “sincere,
“And shall we be married, pray, gipsey, this year?”
Quoth the gipsey, “you’ll have him for better or worse,
“But you’ll find that his corkscrew is not worth a curse;
“So when you are wed, ’twill be o’er the town talk’d,
“There goes Peggy, a bottle, most damnably cork’d.”
IX.
Now Ned, thus reveng’d, bid the maidens good day,
But, curious, they ask’d him a moment to stay,