Which I can tell and vouch, upon my word.
To anybody who desires to hear ’em—
But don’t be nervous, pray,—you needn’t fear ’em.
But what of my poor Hy-son all this while?
She saved the gardener by a timely kiss.
Few husbands are there proof against a smile,
And Te-pott’s rage endured no more than this.
Ah, reader! gentle, moral, free from guile,
Think you she did so very much amiss?
She was not love-sick for the fellow quite—