Of her new rosewood cottage, like warble thro' the trees;
She sang, that she'd be faithful, all in a soothing strain,
While he worked in a chorus—and then he crossed the main.
It was a level twelve months, a fortnight, and a day,
Since Hiram Smike departed, and yet he stayed away;
But she did wait no longer, and they were back from church,
It was the wedding breakfast, she's left him in the lurch.
"A health unto the bridegroom," and up they rose to drink;
When hark! a cry was uttered that made the lady think;
A voice of an old woman, employed upon that day,