And now you shall hear we parted soon.
On Saturday morn, as I may say,
As she, on her pillow, consulting lay;
The devil came in the midst of the game,
And took her away both blind and lame.
On Sunday, friends, I can dine without
A scolding wife, or a brawling out,
Enjoying my bottle, and my best friend,
And is not this a noble week's-work end.