Who would practice from morning till night.
Oh! beware ye young men of a musical wife,
For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life!
“Eliza, my love, I’ve a letter to write
Pray cease for a moment, my dear,”
“Good heavens!” she cries, “you forget that to-night
Ned Seguin and Frazer’ll be here:
Anguera has promis’d to bring his Guitar,
Rametti will play on the Flute,
So I’m trying a second to ’Young Lochinvar,’