Happy Hezekiah.Old Jeremiah you have heard so oft relate his troubles,He told that married life was nothing but a bubble.Now to confute this calumny, it is my heart’s desire,So list you while I sing the luck of happy Hezekiah.My wife she was no milliner, or any other trade, sir.But was what I ne’er blush to own, a charming servant-maid, sir.I courted her, ’twas in a house, where she used to build the fires,And I’ve ne’er had cause to curse the day she first was Hezekiah’s.I ne’er have cause for jealousy, Inever take home codgers,And what is more, I ne’er take in any single young men lodgers.I always do go home to tea, then draw up to the fire,My wife she reads, or mends the coat of happy Hezekiah.My wife and I we ne’er fall out, we love each other dearly,And of affections ’tis a fact, a pledge is sent us yearly.And what adds more unto the joy, which a parent should inspire,The children are the image of their father, Hezekiah.We four dear children now have got, and do expect another,The boys myself I do bring up, the girls I leave to their mother.Thus with the children and my wife, my own, my loved Sophia,So pleasantly doth pass the life of happy Hezekiah.
Happy Hezekiah.Old Jeremiah you have heard so oft relate his troubles,He told that married life was nothing but a bubble.Now to confute this calumny, it is my heart’s desire,So list you while I sing the luck of happy Hezekiah.My wife she was no milliner, or any other trade, sir.But was what I ne’er blush to own, a charming servant-maid, sir.I courted her, ’twas in a house, where she used to build the fires,And I’ve ne’er had cause to curse the day she first was Hezekiah’s.I ne’er have cause for jealousy, Inever take home codgers,And what is more, I ne’er take in any single young men lodgers.I always do go home to tea, then draw up to the fire,My wife she reads, or mends the coat of happy Hezekiah.My wife and I we ne’er fall out, we love each other dearly,And of affections ’tis a fact, a pledge is sent us yearly.And what adds more unto the joy, which a parent should inspire,The children are the image of their father, Hezekiah.We four dear children now have got, and do expect another,The boys myself I do bring up, the girls I leave to their mother.Thus with the children and my wife, my own, my loved Sophia,So pleasantly doth pass the life of happy Hezekiah.
Happy Hezekiah.Old Jeremiah you have heard so oft relate his troubles,He told that married life was nothing but a bubble.Now to confute this calumny, it is my heart’s desire,So list you while I sing the luck of happy Hezekiah.My wife she was no milliner, or any other trade, sir.But was what I ne’er blush to own, a charming servant-maid, sir.I courted her, ’twas in a house, where she used to build the fires,And I’ve ne’er had cause to curse the day she first was Hezekiah’s.I ne’er have cause for jealousy, Inever take home codgers,And what is more, I ne’er take in any single young men lodgers.I always do go home to tea, then draw up to the fire,My wife she reads, or mends the coat of happy Hezekiah.My wife and I we ne’er fall out, we love each other dearly,And of affections ’tis a fact, a pledge is sent us yearly.And what adds more unto the joy, which a parent should inspire,The children are the image of their father, Hezekiah.We four dear children now have got, and do expect another,The boys myself I do bring up, the girls I leave to their mother.Thus with the children and my wife, my own, my loved Sophia,So pleasantly doth pass the life of happy Hezekiah.
Old Jeremiah you have heard so oft relate his troubles,He told that married life was nothing but a bubble.Now to confute this calumny, it is my heart’s desire,So list you while I sing the luck of happy Hezekiah.
Old Jeremiah you have heard so oft relate his troubles,
He told that married life was nothing but a bubble.
Now to confute this calumny, it is my heart’s desire,
So list you while I sing the luck of happy Hezekiah.
My wife she was no milliner, or any other trade, sir.But was what I ne’er blush to own, a charming servant-maid, sir.I courted her, ’twas in a house, where she used to build the fires,And I’ve ne’er had cause to curse the day she first was Hezekiah’s.
My wife she was no milliner, or any other trade, sir.
But was what I ne’er blush to own, a charming servant-maid, sir.
I courted her, ’twas in a house, where she used to build the fires,
And I’ve ne’er had cause to curse the day she first was Hezekiah’s.
I ne’er have cause for jealousy, Inever take home codgers,And what is more, I ne’er take in any single young men lodgers.I always do go home to tea, then draw up to the fire,My wife she reads, or mends the coat of happy Hezekiah.
I ne’er have cause for jealousy, Inever take home codgers,
And what is more, I ne’er take in any single young men lodgers.
I always do go home to tea, then draw up to the fire,
My wife she reads, or mends the coat of happy Hezekiah.
My wife and I we ne’er fall out, we love each other dearly,And of affections ’tis a fact, a pledge is sent us yearly.And what adds more unto the joy, which a parent should inspire,The children are the image of their father, Hezekiah.
My wife and I we ne’er fall out, we love each other dearly,
And of affections ’tis a fact, a pledge is sent us yearly.
And what adds more unto the joy, which a parent should inspire,
The children are the image of their father, Hezekiah.
We four dear children now have got, and do expect another,The boys myself I do bring up, the girls I leave to their mother.Thus with the children and my wife, my own, my loved Sophia,So pleasantly doth pass the life of happy Hezekiah.
We four dear children now have got, and do expect another,
The boys myself I do bring up, the girls I leave to their mother.
Thus with the children and my wife, my own, my loved Sophia,
So pleasantly doth pass the life of happy Hezekiah.