On a cold and frosty night, when the fire is burning bright,
You can then sit in your old arm chair.
What my brother said was true, for in a year or two,
Strange to say, I settled down in married life;
I first a girl did court, and then the ring I bought,
Took her to the church, and when she was my wife,
The girl and I were just as happy as could be,
For when my work was over, I declare,
I ne’er abroad would roam, but each night would stay at home,
And be seated in my old arm chair.