He cried, “My wife, she, silly trot!
Shall never know the wealth I’ve got:
To punish her I made a vow;
The time is come, I’ll keep it now.
She could not dream, poor fool! not she;
Some trite old tale of ‘busy bee,’
Of saving pins, and pence, and groats,
For ever occupied her thoughts.
Besides, the hussey laugh’d outright
Whene’er I pass’d a dreamless night.