The Newcastle Weekly Chronicle. May 28, 1887.
Just after the Wedding, Mother.
Parody on “Just after the Battle, Mother.”
Still upon my recent marriage I am thinking, Mother dear;
But the fatal step I’ve taken cannot now be help’d, ’tis clear;
She was such a duck, I told her that to eat her I’d be glad,
And now, between ourselves, dear Mother, don’t I only wish I had.
Mother dear, your boy is married; all regret is now in vain;
But oh, how gladly would I, Mother, be a bachelor again.