And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
Charles Kingsley.
An Old Friend in a New Dress.
Three merchants went riding out into the west,
On the top of the bus, as the sun went down;
Each talked of his wife, and how richly she drest,
And the growing circumference of her new gown;
For wives must dress, and husbands must pay,
And there’s plenty to get, and little to say,