For see, this couple had but just prepar'd
Love's Sacrifice and his warm Altar rear'd,
But lo ! old Grannydoodle's fist and frown
Breaks the Utensils, and throws th'Altar down.
You slut, says she, when I was but eighteen
I durst not touch — I scarce a man had seen ;
Nay, durst not think; or look one in the face,
But now shame's fled, and left no spark of Grace !
With that her Crutch these blushing Lovers parted
The Captain sighing — and Miss broken-hearted.