Join in the jangle of the grocery vendor,

And butcher boys have lots and lots to say

To fair domestics, who their hearts surrender

To, if not a butcher boy, a kettle mender.

VI.

But more especially I would direct

Your kind attention, reader, to a square

In that locality, tho' more select,

So thither now together we'll repair.

A bold and lofty tenement stands there

With flight of steps and massive portico,

Where dwelt three daughters infinitely fair;

Their age of course I'm not supposed to know,

'Twas very rude I own to raise the question so.

VII.

But as you all seem anxious to discover

Their years, their fortune, and the gods know what;

To hear if each or all had found a lover,

If one engaged or if they all were not,

How many aunts and uncles they had got,

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