A-kissing by the hour! That were before
The children come. Children do make a house
No comfort to a man. He had his right
To go. He didn’t want ’em, but I did!
I did!
Aye! and I’ve ’ad ’em now a whole seven years,
Worked for ’em, I lived for ’em, starved for ’em,
And I’d die
So it could better ’em.
Snowman.—