He.
Well, marriage a lottery is, and a blank
Some men surely draw all their lives.
She.
Such fellows as you, sir, themselves have to thank;
Good husbands make always good wives—
Silly elf!—
GOOD HUSBANDS MAKE ALWAYS GOOD WIVES!
Temperance Song.
(Written for the lady by whom it was sung.)
Air—"Some love to roam."
Some love to stroll where the wassail-bowl
And the wine-cups circle free;
None of that band shall win my hand:
No! a sober spouse for me.
Like cheerful streams when morning beams,
With him my life would flow;
Not down the crags, the drunkard drags
His wife to want and wo!
Oh! no, no, no!—oh! no, no, no!
At midnight dark, the drunkard mark—
Oh, what a sight, good lack!
As home draws near, to him appear
Grim fiends who cross his track!
His children's name he dooms to shame—
His wife to want and wo;
She is betrayed, for wine is made
Her rival and her foe.
Oh! no, no, no!—oh! no, no, no!
Boat-Song.