The Mousetrap
Of all the simple things we do To rub over a whimsical life There's no one Folly is so true As that very bad Bargain, a Wife;
We're just like a Mouse in a trap Or vermin caught in a Gin, We sweat and fret and try to escape And curse the sad hour we came in.
I gam'd and drank and played the fool And a thousand mad frolicks more I roved and ranged, despised all rule, But I never was married before.
This was the worst Plague could ensue, I'm mewed in a smoky house, I used to tope a bottle or two But now 'tis small beer with my spouse.
My darling Freedom crowned my joys And I never was vexed in my ways If now I cross her will, her voice Makes my lodging too hot for my stay.
Like a fox that is hamper'd in vain, I fret out my Heart and Soul. Walk too and fro the length of my chain Then forced to creep into my Hole.
- Hesperus
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My Thing Is My Own: Bawdy Songs of D'Urfey (1653-1723)
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