Talk’d love in her mellow light.
Ben Fisher had never a pipe of clay,
And never a dram drank he,
So he loved at home with his wife to stay,
And they chatted right merrily—
Right merrily they chatted on,
Her babe slept on her breast,
While a chubby rogue, with rosy smile,
On his father’s knee found rest,
On his father’s knee found rest.