His apron was dirty to view;
The women (oh! wond’rous) were hush’d at his sight;
The cats, as they ey’d him, drew back, (well they might)
For his body was pea-green and blue!
Now as all wish’d to speak, but none knew what to say,
They look’d mighty foolish and queer;
At length spoke the bride, while she trembled, “I pray,
“Dear sir, your peruke that aside you wou’d lay,
“And partake of some strong or small beer!”
The sempstress is silent; the stranger complies,