Drunk I was last Night

Drunk I was last night, that's poz, My wife began to scold; Say what I cou'd for my heart's blood, Her clack she would not hold.

Thus her chat she did begin, Is this your time of coming in? The clock strikes one, you'll be undone, If thus you lead your life.

My dear, said I, I can't deny, But what you say is true; I do intend my life to mend, Pray lend's the pot to spew.

Fy, you sot, I ne'er can bear To rise thus ev'ry night; Though, like a beast, you never care What consequence comes by't.

The child and I may starve for you; We neither can have half our due; With grief I find, you're so unkind, In time you'll break my heart.

At that I smil'd, and said, dear child, I believe your in the wrong; But if't should be your destiny, I'll sing a merry song.