And a piece of her black hair in triumph I bore off;
He made a rush at me to give me a feller,
But he missed his savage aim, and fell into a cellar:
I laughed—I said to him, “You remember the milling
You last did give to me, and those black eyes, you villain!”
“Mr. Henry Colburn here led Lady Morgan to the harp, and requested her to sing ‘We Met.’ The wild Irish girl condescended thus to comply”:—
We met! ’twas in your shop,
And I thought you would shun me;
But you came—your words were sweet,