A Cloistered Nun Had A Lover Dwelling In The Neighb'Ring Town; Both Racked Their Brains To Discover How They Best Their Love Might Crown. The Swain To Pass The Convent-Door! - No Easy Matter! - Thus They Swore, And Wished It Light. - I Ne'er Knew A Nun In Such A Pass To Be Outdone: - In Woman'S Clothes The Youth Must Dress, And Gain Admission. I Confess The Ruse Has Oft Been Tried Before, But It Succeeded As Of Yore. Together In A Close Barred Cell The Lovers Were, And Sewed All Day, Nor Heeded How Time Flew Away. - "What's That I Hear? Refection Bell! "'Tis Time To Part. Adieu! - Farewell! - "How's This?" Exclaimed The Abbess, "Why "The Last At Table?" - "Madam, I "Have Had My Dress-Maker." - "The Rent "On Which You've Both Been So Intent "Is Hard To Stop, For The Whole Day "To Sew And Mend, You Made Her Stay; "Much Work Indeed You've Had To Do! " - Madam, 'T Would Last The Whole Night Through, "When In Our Task We Find Enjoyment "There Is No End Of The Employment."