The Mousetrap

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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.

 


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