Ballad—in the Cobler

Ah have you forgot then, unkind at you are, When housemaid I liv'd at the Squire's All the wine and good things that I crib'd with such care, Ev'ry morn when I lighted the fires? And have you forgot how I lean'd on my broom, And in rapture heard all that you said, Till scolded I got for not sweeping the room, And beat for not making the bed?

When you told me you'd have me, my brush and my mop Kept time while with pleasure I'd sing; And soon 'twas the talk at the chandler's shop, You had purchas'd the licence and ring. But when you had married, and carried me home How sweetly my time pass'd away: You swore that you lov'd, that no longer you'd roam, And I thought it would never be day.