THE HENPECKED MAN

If on the street 
I chance to meet
A henpecked man.
I know it by his very looks
As plain as if twere writ in books.
Hide it he never can

He seldom holds erect his head,
He lacks the firm elastic tread,
Of other men.
And sometimes he isheard to groan
"I dare not say soul's my own"
One time in ten

A bargain he can never make.
He knows not what to give or take.
Until he ask his wife
Yet she is often heard to say.
"I wish I could have my own way
Once in my life".

Month after month, year after year
The poor man lives in moral fear
Of one at home.
His weary soul finds no repose
The hateful spectre with him goes
Where e're he roams

O wretched man! How hard his fate
Chained down for life to such a mate
There's no relief.
Unpitied he is doomed to bear
The ills of life more than his share,
Death only ends his grief.