Three potters came home all dressed in their best,
All dressed in their best, but draggled and torn,
Nothing they brought—you may guess the rest,
And the wigging they got from their wives forlorn,
For men should be sober at each week end,
And give their wives their wages to spend,
Then there’d be no headaches and groaning.
(Stoke-upon-Trent, 1884)
The Three Champions.