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"O for a lodge in some vast wilderness"
A man cried out in his distress, / For he was tired and sick of life, / And weary of this worldly strife, / And longed for to be far away / From the continuous daily fray.
But the fond partner of his life, / His own dearest, loving wife, / Those sentiments did not admire, / For fiercely they did rouse her ire, / Said she, I'll never let you budge / To go and join another lodge, / Your lodges take six nights each week, / And still another lodge you seek, / For your whole time they soon will steal, / You won't get home even to a meal, / Continuous abroad you'll roam, / And never enter your own home.