Oh, see what a blessing—what love and caressing
I’ve lost, and remember it, pray,
When you I’m addressing, are busy assessing
The damages Edwin must pay.
Defendant (repelling her furiously).
I smoke like a furnace—I’m always in liquor,
A ruffian—a bully—a sot.
I’m sure I should thrash her—perhaps I should kick her,
I am such a very bad lot!
I’m not prepossessing, as you may be guessing,