The Sweet Hussy
In his early days he was quite surprisedWhen she told him she was compromisedBy meetings and lingerings at his whim,And thinking not of herself but him;While she lifted orbs aggrieved and roundThat scandal should so soon abound,(As she had raised them to nine or tenOf antecedent nice young men)And in remorse he thought with a sigh,How good she is, and how bad am I!—It was years before he understoodThat she was the wicked one—he the good.
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