And a host of pretty Countesses, and Maidens by the score,
And they sold some Irish Industries—embroideries and laces—
And MADGE described to AMY all the pretty frocks they wore.
But the statues and the paintings didn't seem at all to worry them,
Having work to do they did it just as quiet as a mouse,
Though this soldier took his daughter and his wife, and tried to hurry them
In the cause of outraged virtue far from Londonderry House.
So when next he goes where statues are, we'll do our best to hide them,
Since to prudes all things are prudish, lest his modesty take hurt.
Though some one else, perhaps, may write, and say he can't abide them,