I’m very jolly now, Mary,
’Midst old and valued friends,
(Though they’ve in the carpet burnt some holes,
With their Havannahs’ ends).
For thou wert somewhat cross with me,
And ever apt to chide,
But there’s nothing left to care for now
You’re gone to the sea-side.
And yet I fear when all you’ve learnt,
This ev’ning’s work I’ll rue;