But his heart was as true as ever to the woman he had stooped to wed.
To him she was just an angel who had come from the holy skies
That his heart might bask forever in the light of her lustrous eyes.
No wine, no cards, and no hunting: he kept at my lady’s side—
’Twas a great big boy with a sweetheart, not a man with a year-won bride.
She pined in the lonely mansion: she wanted society-life—
She wanted to play my lady as well as Sir Rupert’s wife.
Sir Rupert must ask a party—not of bumpkins, but folks from the town;
He had plenty of friends in London; would he not ask them down?
They came, and the sound of laughter rang through the Hall once more,