Legal and other lyrics; with explantory notes and a glossary . , but she had lied,And had not left a single paraphernal; But matrimonial law, upon my head Seemed destined still to pour its curse eternal. I had indeed obtained a separation From bed and board—no prospect but starvation ! But bed and board are things worth striving for,So I bethought me of the pea and thimble : Hut people had ^rown wiser than of yore,And all in vain I plied my fingers nimble. I then attempted Vitioue [intromission,4 And was immediately conveyed to prison. And here again I lay upon my oan A Hermil keeps his cell—m
Legal and other lyrics; with explantory notes and a glossary . , but she had lied,And had not left a single paraphernal; But matrimonial law, upon my head Seemed destined still to pour its curse eternal. I had indeed obtained a separation From bed and board—no prospect but starvation ! But bed and board are things worth striving for,So I bethought me of the pea and thimble : Hut people had ^rown wiser than of yore,And all in vain I plied my fingers nimble. I then attempted Vitioue [intromission,4 And was immediately conveyed to prison. And here again I lay upon my oan A Hermil keeps his cell—my cell kept me. No letters came to me of I >pen I >ooi Criminal letters, though, came po tage free, The air I breathed just added to my caj Reminding me of coming Jaitice A\ i 96 THE LAW OF MARRIAGE. And come they did ! And therefore am I nowUpon thy wave, old Ocean—Sydney bound ! And here the partner of my youthful vow,Among the fourteen yearers have I found; Here are we (though not just as when we courted) Again united and again transported. 97. Mt Ojc Ecform Bill. A I R— Merrily danced the Quaker. II ! weary fa Reform anAVI 11Thai ever they wereinvented !An waes me for my auld gudeman, !!? a fairly gane demented :II - rani and growls frae morn to oighl pensions an taxation :I [i rained m meetins gol up for the gudeI» the workin populal ion. *•? Tla- fienl a turn wark hel] doTo us irvation ; II Leaves lii- Hoi •? t orl the IFor he mans orl t be nal 98 T1IH KKFOHM BILL. The fient hell do but read the news—An he reads wi sic attention, That his breeks are a worn out in a placeWhich Im ashamed to mention. He gangs to publics ilka night, An ilka groat hell spend it,An how he gets hame in siccan a plight I canna comprehend then my sons, like three wee Hams, Laugh at their drucken daddie,As doun on the floor wi a clout he slams, Wi een like a Mondays haddie.* * Afore the Whigs began their rigs, He was anither creature;His een were bright as s
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