And whenever we mingled our shoots, and our feet,
I muttered “d * * * n” and cannot tell whether
Through your fault or mine—but, O! Briar called sweet,
I think that we fell and we suffered together.
And at last I found out you belonged to my neighbour,
And when I had brought you exceedingly low
I discovered that I had been spending my labour
On a plant he was very desirous should grow.
In vain did I mutter “There’s nobody nigh,”
In vain curse the taste of my neighbour next door,