Derby, dear, I to Malwood went,
My ain fireside, with a heart content.
Ah! dear! though the Cause look queer,
I feel so much better when you I'm near.
Always the same, Derby my own,
Always the same to your old Wife, Joan
Hand-in-hand we still go to-day,
Hand-in-hand, spite what Joe can say.
There comes a chance for every one,
As the years roll on.