And dines with Jack at this little hotel.
I'm not very fond of the place, I own;
Ought I to mind it, if Harry's amused?
But I feel so lonely when I'm alone,
And sometimes I feel a little ill-used.
'Tis seldom my husband deserts me thus,
He is always home ere the clock strikes ten;
So I won't be foolish and make a fuss,
But try to remember that men are men.
Sitting and waiting for Harry alone,