To the midnight spree, and the morning lark,
There'll never more be any fun after dark,
And people will sleep in quiet.
"No more shall a Tom or a Jerry now
Engaging in fisty battle,
Break many heads and the peace;—for how,
I should like to know, can there be a row,
When there is ne'er a rattle?
"One cry no more on the ear shall grate,
Convivial friends alarming,