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Was now, poor Maiden, taught!
And Stephen rul'd with boundless sway
The rustic tyrant of his day.

Lubin had giv'n inconstant Kate,
Ten pounds, to buy her wedding geer
And now, 'tis said, tho' somewhat late,
He thought his bargain rather dear.
For, Lo! The day before the pair
Had fix'd, the marriage chain to wear,
A Gypsy gang, a wand'ring set,
In a lone wood young Lubin met.
All round him press with canting tale,
And, in a jargon, well design'd
To cheat the unsuspecting mind,
His list'ning ears assail.

Some promis'd riches; others swore
He should, by women, be ador'd;