So one she got, where was it pray?
E’en where her spark was boarded.
Now whether ’twas for want of beds,
Or whether ’twas cold weather,
Or whether ’twas to measure legs,
That they lay both together;
But as they smuggl’d for a while,
And gave out they were marry’d,
Till she at length did prove with child,
Then all things were miscarry’d.