When
lovely woman stoops to marry,
And finds too late she’s made a bull;
Then
someone catches the old Harry,
And hath his cup of sorrow full.
The
only act her grief to soften,
To hide her shame, and fully give
Her
better half a roast quite often,
And wring his bosom, is to live!
April
15, ‘95
B.
Courier,
Sept.
1, ‘95
“Old
Harry” - devil
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