And homes must suffer, and babes must cry,
And husbands must ever be groaning.
Three women were showing their husbands with glee
Their bargains at prices that never were beat,
Three husbands, all starving and mad as could be
Were tossing the bargains out into the street.
For men don’t know when bargains are cheap
And women, poor creatures do nothing but weep,
And husbands must ever be groaning.
Anonymous.