Song XXXVIII., p.286.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

OH! lead to some peaceful room, 

Where none but honest fellows come, 

Where wives loud clappers never found, 

But an eternal laugh goes round. 

– 

There let me drown in wine my pain, 

And never think of home again: 

What comfort can a husband have, 

To rule the house where he’s a slave. 

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