One afternoon, ent’ring the parlour, he saw,
Expos’d on the carpet, prostrate, a piece straw;
His spouse he suspected for the foul offence,
And snatching the poker, depriv’d her of sense.
His children he taught with a dutiful grace,
To piss upon Mammy, and spit on her face;
And laugh when he lash’d her, ’till sickly and sore,
And in storms and in tempests turn’d her to the door.
With hunger and hardships, by bruises and blows,
His help-mate is render’d so lank and so low;