"If modest maids with towzled mops
On you and me were clear,
Do you suppose," the Tater said,
"More men would wed each year?"
"I doubt it," said the Heptarchy—
"They only mean to sneer!
"'O Maidens, come and cook for us!'
They—shamming love—beseech.
'Oh, tell us about Saxon times!
The course of history teach!'