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Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4526, 7 July 1883, Page 1

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A HUSBAND'S LAMENT.

I once saw a sweet pretty face, boys: Its beauty and grace were divine. And I felt what a swell I should be, beys, Could I boast that such charms were all ;■" mine.

I wooed. Every man I cut out boys, At my head deep anathemas hurled :— But I said as I walked back from church, boys, " I'm the lnckiost dog in the world!"

Ab doves in a cot wo began, boys, A,cosy and orthodox"pair; Till I found at my notable wife, beys, The world wats beginmhg to stare. She liked it. At first, .so did I, boys. But, at length, when all over the place She was sketched, hunted, photo'd and : mobbed, boys, • I cried out, "Hang her sweet pretty face!''

Still, we went here and 6here—right and left, boys;-— ■ We were asked dozens deep—l say "we," Though wherever I went not a soul, boys, Could have pointed out Adam from me. Bnt we had a rare social success, boys, Got mixed with the noble and great, Till one's friends, who Bay kind and nice things, boys, Talked of me as " the man come to watt."

So, I've no more a sweet pretty-wife, boys;— For the one that lonce hoped to own Belongs, as I've found to my cost, boys, To the great British public alone. > So until they are tired of her face, boys, And a rival more touzled or curled Drives her home to her. own pk-oper place, ':■"'■' boya— : ■ ■■"■■ .'; ;/' ' „ I'm the dullest dull dog in the world! ■ — Punch.