In face, as was his cap,
And though he seldom tasted wine,
A port-ly sort of chap.
This man one day in passing by,
In taste for what she'd got,
Saw Biddy's stall—and 'twas her fate
To sell to him a lot!
She thought his manners very sweet,
He gave so fond a gaze;
(But dashing blades of such like trades