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GOOD RESOLUTIONS
I
'LL
stay at home to cheer my wife
And dry my children's tears;
With them, the comforts of this life
I'll share, in after years.
The produce of my weekly toil,
Another shall not claim;
That ale-house dame !-my blood will boil
Whene'er I hear her name!
I'll leave her, with her smiles and smacks,
To walk in purse-proud state;
My brass shall clothe my children's backs,
Shall :fill the dinner plate.
Though once I joy'd mid reek and foam,
A monarch o'er my glass,
Rather, my calm, but lowly home,
My own sweet-tempered lass.
Nobler te bid the sorrows fly
Which pal'd her rosy cheek;
Than throw within the-topers'sty
What cost a weary week.
I'd rather see my children play,
And climb their parents' knee
Than spend with sots both night and day,
No friends, alas! to me.
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