Our courtship oft consisted in
Slight taps and gentle knocks;
And when I gave her a small pinch,
She quick return’d a box.
5.
Howe’er, one morning, in a rage,
With me herself she put,
She call’d me blackguard, and declar’d
I was from thence short cut.
6.
In vain I tried the cause to smoke,
When she had ta’en offence;
In vain recall’d the words I spoke,
That she had deem’d bad scents.
7.
But soon a mutual friend contriv’d
Our quarrel up to botch;
Fanny confess’d her temper warm—
’Twas natural—she was Scotch.
8.
We married—snugly in my shop
Fanny’s become a fixture,
And all the neighbourhood declare,
We’re quite a pleasant mixture.