The miserable midnight of her life, into the day
Of brighter fortune's light;
Aye, crush her back to night,
And teach her how to thank you, by kneeling down to pray.
Yes, hound away the ballet,
Destroy the chance of Sally,
For she has many prizes in the marriage market won.
By hypocritic prudity,
Go boom the semi-nudity,
Of drawing room and salon, for the first and second son.