The Dress-maker
A Cloistered nun had a lover
Dwelling in the neighb’ring town;
Both racked their brains to discover
How they best their love might crown.
The swain to pass the convent-door!—
No easy matter!—Thus they swore,
And wished it light.—I ne’er knew a nun
In such a pass to be outdone:—
In woman’s clothes the youth must dress,
And gain admission. I confess
The ruse has oft been tried before,
But it succeeded as of yore.
Together in a close barred cell
The lovers were, and sewed all day,
Nor heeded how time flew away.—
“What’s that I hear? Refection bell!
“’Tis time to part. Adieu!—Farewell!—
“How’s this?” exclaimed the abbess, “why
“The last at table?”—“Madam, I
“Have had my dress-maker.”—“The rent
“On which you’ve both been so intent
“Is hard to stop, for the whole day
“To sew and mend, you made her stay;
“Much work indeed you’ve had to do!
“—Madam, ’t would last the whole night through,
“When in our task we find enjoyment
“There is no end of the employment.”