OH I have a man as good as can be, No woman could wish for a better than he. Sometimes, indeed, he may chance to be wrong, But his love for me is uncommonly strong. He has one little fault that makes me fret, He has ever less money, by far, than debt; Moreover, he thrashes me now and then; But, excepting that, he's the best of men! I own he is dreadfully given to drink, Besides, he is rather too fond, I think, Of playing at cards and dice; but then, Excepting that, he's the best of men! He loves to chat with the girls, I know ('T is the way with men, they are always so), But what care I for his flirting, when, Excepting that, he's the best of men? When soaked with rum, he is hardly polite, But knocks the crockery left and right, And pulls my hair, and growls again; But, excepting that, he's the best of men! I can't but say I think he is rash To pawn my pewter, and spend the cash, But I haven't the heart to scold him, when, Excepting that, he's the best of men! What joy to think he's all my own! The best of husbands that ever was known; As good, indeed, as a man can be; And who could wish for a better than he? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY WRAITH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY NUPTIAL SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON EPITAPH FOR A CONDEMNED BOOK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE ADMIRABLE CONVERSION OF S. PAUL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |