From church the fond couple adjourn to the “Crown,”
The company laugh, drink, and sing,
The bacon and greens they go merrily down,
And the mugs were all frothing with liquor so brown,
When the bell of the alehouse went—Ding!
Now first Roger Gray with amazement descried
A stranger stalk into the room;
He spoke not, he mov’d not, he look’d not aside,
He neither regarded the landlord nor bride,
But earnestly gaz’d on the groom.