Three gentlemen lay in three separate cells—
The last season’s “necessities” pulled them down—
And the women are weeping and ringing their bells,
For those who will never more show upon town,
For men must pay or women will weep,
And the sooner you do it the sooner you’ll sleep
And good-bye to the ma, and her wo-o-nings.
Punch, August 24, 1861.
The Three Freshmen.