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She listens at the chamber-door,
But not a soul will deign to snore;
She trembles at the window's height,
The very moon seems up in spite.
Till safe on terra firma landed,
By Cupid and the lover handed;
Through man-traps, spring-guns, briers, and brambles,
The pair begin their marriage rambles.
Snug in the by-way stands the chaise,
Off go the spanking set of bays;
To Scotland turning all their noses,
That road being always strew'd with roses.
Till fagg'd, and frighted, starved, pursued—
By bar-maids envied, grooms halloo'd—
All dust, and heat, and smoke, and smother,
Already crop-sick of each other—
Yet for true penitents decreed,
They reach that Styx of Love—the Tweed.
But not a soul will deign to snore;
She trembles at the window's height,
The very moon seems up in spite.
Till safe on terra firma landed,
By Cupid and the lover handed;
Through man-traps, spring-guns, briers, and brambles,
The pair begin their marriage rambles.
Snug in the by-way stands the chaise,
Off go the spanking set of bays;
To Scotland turning all their noses,
That road being always strew'd with roses.
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By bar-maids envied, grooms halloo'd—
All dust, and heat, and smoke, and smother,
Already crop-sick of each other—
Yet for true penitents decreed,
They reach that Styx of Love—the Tweed.
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