Where dinners are serv'd remarkably well,

And sometimes Harry slips out of my hands

And dines with Jack at this little hotel.

I'm not very fond of the place, I own;

Ought I to mind it, if Harry's amused?

But I feel so lonely when I'm alone,

And sometimes I feel a little ill-used.

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'Tis seldom my husband deserts me thus,

He is always home ere the clock strikes ten;

So I won't be foolish and make a fuss,

But try to remember that men are men.

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Sitting and waiting for Harry alone,

Watching the minutes, and wanting him back—

Why are you absent, my Harry, my own?

Am not I nicer than billiards and Jack?

Traitress to ask such a question! for shame!

Thou art, thou knowest, beginning and end!

His whole life is thine—he is not to blame!

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