We'd still be found here fooling her donkeys thro' the snow."
They felt a queer foreboding of something, going down
Parkgate-street, on that morning, till journeyed back to town;
They sought the girl, to tell her the fix that they were in,
When a larky-looking servant in the hall, began to grin.
"She's not at home at present, but breakfast sure is laid,
She's gone off to be married," outspoke the sneering maid;
"Le Beau, the fencin'-master is now the blissful man;
You'll see them soon, they're comin' in a satin-lined sedan."