TREAT WELL YOUR WIFE.
No, no, good Meäster Collins cried,
Why you've a good wife at your zide;
Zoo do believe the heart is true
That gi'ed up all bezide vor you,
An' still beheäve as you begun
To seek the love that you've a-won
When woonce in dewy June,
In hours o' hope soft eyes did flash,
Each bright below his sheädy lash,