Till at the altar, live or dead,
This be the seal by which we wed!"
A pallet, undisturbed by night,
Fell on the careful matron's sight.
And Alice Hill from thence had fled,
With shoeless feet and naked head.
Long was the search, and every track
Pursued to bring crazed Alice back.
But vain pursuit, reward in vain,
To bring crazed Alice back again.