A Sober Spouse For Me

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Some love to stroll

Where the wassail-bowl

And the wine-cups circle free;

None of all that band

E'er shall win my hand:

No, a sober spouse for me.

Where the wine-cups circle free:

None of all that band

E'er shall win my hand:

No, a sober spouse for me.

Like cheerful streams

When the morning beams

With him my life should flow.

Not down the crags

The drunkard drags

His wife for shame and woe.

Not down the crags

The drunkard drags

His wife for shame and woe.

No! no! no! no!

No! no! no! no!

No! no! no!

Some love to stroll

Where the wassail-bowl

And the wine-cups circle free;

None of all that band

E'er shall win my hand:

No! a sober spouse for me.

No! a sober spouse for me.

The drunkard mark,

At midnight dark,

Oh what a sight good bark!

From fumes of beer

And wine appear

Grim friends who cross his track;

His children's name

He dooms to shame

His wife to want and woe;

She is betrayed

For wine is made

Her rival and her foe.

No! no! no! no!

No! no! no! no!

No! no! no!

Still some will stroll,

Where the wassail-bowl

And the wine-cups circle free;

None of all that band

E'er shall win my hand:

No! a sober spouse for me.

No! a sober spouse for me.