T'wixt cup and lip alas! we see
both wine and lovers spilt may be. Against the post, the horses run
the reins are lost the coachman's flung
pig flies aloft, miss tumbles down
broke is her neck, and crack'd his crown!
moral. Behold the crisis of our awful story
and catch this moral from the scene before ye
if e'er at gretna green a lover glances
crane-necks remember, and beware mischances. Date: 1836.
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