Lightly they'll talk of the bachelor gone,
And o'er his frail fondness upbraid him;
But little he'll reck if they let him alone,
With his wife that the parson has made him!
But half of our heavy lunch was done
When the clock struck the hour for retiring;
And we judged from the knocks which had now begun,
That their cabby was rapidly tiring.
Slowly and sadly we led them down,
From the scene of his lame oratory;