Gipsy, an Old Legend Modernized, The - Part 17

" The Snake! " Susan cried, " there she hisses in scorn;
The Pickpurse! she stole my crown-piece;
The Rascal! I'll watch her; she means, I'll be sworn,
To steal Tommy Somerset's geese.
For who can be safe, when plain folks are ashamed
To sign for their names with a cross?
Our thieves, like Jem's Nan, for book-learning are famed;
And learn'd is yon rogue, to my loss!
No gipsy is she, but a thief from the town,
Where she borrow'd her books, as she borrow'd her gown.
But yonder's my John! he is waiting, I see,
To welcome his glove of soft silk:
Ev'n fools know the worth of a good wife, like me!
So, I'll hasten — and skim him his milk. "
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