But a cuckold I must be.’

The unhappy husband next wanders into the pantry, and discovers ‘three pairs of hunting-boots,’ which his spouse declares are

’ .   .   . milking-churns,

Which my mother sent to me.’

‘Odds bobs, here’s fun! Milking-churns with spurs on!

The likes I never see!

I cannot go a mile from home

But a cuckold I must be.’

The gentlemen’s coats, discovered in the kitchen, are next disposed of, but here my memory fails me.

APPENDIX