Happy Hezekiah.
Old Jeremiah you have heard so oft relate his troubles,
He told that married life was nothing but a bubble.
Now to confute this calumny, it is my heart’s desire,
So list you while I sing the luck of happy Hezekiah.
My wife she was no milliner, or any other trade, sir.
But was what I ne’er blush to own, a charming servant-maid, sir.
I courted her, ’twas in a house, where she used to build the fires,
And I’ve ne’er had cause to curse the day she first was Hezekiah’s.