For women will skate, whate’er be their fate,
And its perfectly useless objections to state,
So heigh ho! for the rink and the skating.
Three husbands sat waiting for dinner that night,
And weary and hungry they were each one,
And the cook and the butler were both in a fright,
For they knew the fish would be overdone:
But men must wait, while women do skate,
And its just as well to put up with your fate,
So heigh ho! for the rink and the skating.