Song. Chelsea Pensioner

Sing the loves of John and Jean, Sing the loves of Jean and John; John for her would leave a queen, Jean for him the noblest don. She's his queen, He's her don; John loves Jean, And Jean loves John.

Whate'er rejoices happy Jean Is sure to burst the sides of John, Does she for grief, look thin and lean, He instantly is pale and wan: Thin and lean, Pale and wan, John loves Jean And Jean loves John.

'Twas the lily hand of Jean Fill'd the glass of happy John: And heav'ns! how joyful was she seen, When he was for a licence gone! Joyful seen, They'll dance anon, For John weds Jean, And Jean weds John.

John has ta'en to wife his Jean, Jean's become the spouse of John, She no longer is his queen, He no longer is her don. No more queen, No more don; John hates Jean, And Jean hates John.

Whatever 'tis that pleases Jean, Is certain now to displease John; With scolding they're grown thin and lean, With spleen and spite thy're pale and wan. Thin and lean, Pale and wan, John hates Jean, And Jean hates John.

John prays heav'n to take his Jean, Jean at the devil wishes John; He'll dancing on her grave be seen, She'll laugh when he is dead and gone. They'll gay be seen, Dead and gone, For John hates Jean, And Jean hates John.