A Sailor's Wife

A poem by Matthew Prior

Quoth Richard in jest looking wistly at Nelly,
Methinks child you seem something round in the belly.
Nell answer'd him snappishly, how can that be,
When my husband has been more than two years at sea?
Thy husband! quoth Dick, why that matter was carried
Most secretly, Nell; I ne'er thought thou wert married.

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