Oh, those callers in were fearful, Jones, and Robinson, and Brown,
Shower’d in congratulations, when we first returned to town.
All my darling wife’s relations came to breakfast, sup, and dine,
And oh! what appetites, dear Mother, oh! the fearful waste of wine.
Mother, dear, &c.
Oh! our dreadful cook and housemaid, oh! that boy we did engage,
In the hist’ry of our servants, gladly I’d blot out that page;
All our china he demolish’d, not a glass upon the shelves;
And oh! the only spoons remaining are our two unlucky selves.
Mother, dear, &c.