12 They scrambled o’er the fence and run. But there they met the farmer’s son, Who caught andflogsr’d them every one. Such was the pain their pleasure cost; Their booty'- in their flight was lost, And all their expectation cross’d. Now homeward all these urchins go, By sad experience-taught to know, That sinful pleasure leads to wo. And he who, with this base intent. Against his mother’s counsel went, Had time, had reason, to repent. Correction lurks in many a spot, Where heedless boys expect it not : Twas so in wicked Willy’s lot.
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