Classic Poem

HE .

W HEN we first were man and wife,
And you swore to love for life,
We were quoted as a model, we were quite a show,
Yes, we tete-a-tete were, seen
Like King William and his Queen;
What a jewel of a wife was Mrs. John Prevot!

SHE .

Ay, once I clave to thee, man,
Like Baucis to Philemon,
Now, if I go to Brighton, you're at Bath I know:
Like the pair who tell the weather,
We are never out together,
One at home, the other gadding, Mr. John Prevot.

HE .

If a lion's to be seen,
Old Blucher — Mr. Kean,
You order out the carriage, and away you go
With that gossip, Mrs. Jones;
How you rattle o'er the stones,
You've no mercy on the horses, Mrs. John Prevot.

SHE .

With madeira, port, and sherry,
When you make what you call merry,
And sit in sober sadness, are you sober? No!
With that horrid Major Rock,
It is always twelve o'clock,
Ere you tumble up to coffee, Mr. John Prevot.

BOTH .

Our vicar, Doctor Jervis,
When he read the marriage service,
United us for better or for worse — Heigh-ho!
Since the worst may turn to better,
And we cannot break our fetter,
Let us say no more about it, Mr. (Mrs.) John Prevot.