After all your fine doings, your strugglings and stewings—why, "the house is in ruins!"
Then the wine goes like winking, and they cannot help thinking you've taken to drinking;
They're perpetually rows keeping, 'cause out of the house-keeping they're in bonnets their spouse keeping;
So when they've been meated, if with pies they're not treated, they vow that they're cheated;
Then against Ascot Races, and all such sweet places, they set their old faces;
And they'll never leave town, nor to Broadstairs go down, though with bile you're quite brown;
For their wife they unwilling are, after cooing and billing her, to stand a cap from a Milliner—e'en a paltry twelve shillinger;
And it gives them the vapours to witness the capers of those bowers and scrapers the young linendrapers;
Then to add to your woes, they say nobody knows how the money all goes, but they pay through the nose for the dear children's clothes;
Though you strive and endeavour, they're so mightily clever, that please them you'll never, till you leave them for ever—yes! the hundredth time sever—"for ever—AND EVER"!!