THE SKY LARK, &c, Song

I THOUGHT our quarrels ended, And set my heart at ease, 'Tis strange you're thus offended; You take delight to teize; Yes, yes, you take delight to teize. Dear sir, decide the strife, Betwixt your child and wife; Alas! the grief I feel, I dare not to reveal. I know that you believe, For Frederic's loss I grieve, Psho! psho! psho! psho! very well, as you please, Very well, very well, think as you please. In vain I'm always striving, To make our difference cease, If you're disputes contriving, And will not live in peace, No, no, you will not live in peace: I'm vex'd, dear sir, for you? But say, what can I do? To none I can complain. I know that you believe, for Frederic's loss, &c.