Making you live, all hugger-mugger,
On bohea slops and coarse brown sugar.
There's yet another 'plaguy way,'
With ladies of the present day,
Of lessening your hilarity—
By 'giving way' to charity!
To make it up there's ways for certain,—
Not that I'd peep behind the curtain.
Perchance your Lord, if in his hey-day,
May like you better than his Lady,