Classic Poem

Who starves his wife,
And denies her clothing?
Bright the Shaker,
The humbug Quaker!

Merrily danced the Quaker’s wife,
Merrily danced the Quaker;
But the wife of Bright is too starved to dance,
And he’s too fat to caper.

He grudges the wretch a morsel of food,
He grudges her even clothing;
Once, ’tis said, to the cupboard she stole,
But there to steal found nothing.

But Bright’s as fat as a bacon hog,
The old outrageous sinner;
For he will stuff at any fool’s cost,
Who’ll ask him home to dinner.

Merrily danced the Quaker’s wife,
Merrily danced the Quaker;
But the wife of Bright is too starved to dance,
And he’s too fat to caper.

Who starves his wife,
And denies her clothing?
Bright the Shaker,
The humbug Quaker!