Said she: 'Although my husband Jim Is with his home content, I never should have married him, We are so different. Oh yes, I know he loves me well, Our children he adores; But he's so dull, and I rebel Against a life that bores.
'Of course there is another man, Quite pennyless is he; And yet with hope and joy we plan A home beyond the sea. Though I forfeit the name of wife And neighbours ostracise, Such happiness will crown our life Their censure we'll despise.
'But then what will my children think, Whose love is pure and true?' Said I: 'Your memory will stink If they should speak of you. Your doting Jim will curse your name, And if you make a mess Of life, oh do not in your shame Dare hope for happiness.'
Well, still with Jim she lives serene, And has of kiddies three. 'Oh what a fool I might have been To leave my home,' says she. 'Of course Jim is a priceless bore, But he's so sweet to me . . . Come darling won't you let me pour Another cup of tea?'