(A good expression that, but not my own),
And soon he reached his village on the coast.
'Twas night. He crept towards the little cot
Where once he'd dwelt. A light was burning clear;
He peered in through the window. Susan Ann
Was there, but t'other fellow was away.
His wife glanced up: she saw the faithless Sam;
She sprang towards him—grabbed him by the hair
And held him there, whilst with her other arm
She dealt him myriad thwacks with broomstick stout.