Kate scorned to damp the generous flame,
That warmed her aged partner’s breast;
Yet, ere determination came,
She thus some trifling doubts expressed:—
“Night will come on, when seated snug,
And you’ve perhaps begun some tale;
Can you then leave your dear stone mug?
Leave all the folks, and all the ale?”
“Ay, Kate, I wool; because I know,
Though time has been we both could run,