Where Harry conquers whenever he plays.
Billiards require grace, agility, skill;
No one without them can hope to excel;
But Harry never did anything ill
That it is manly and right to do well.
In my pretty turn-out with ponies gray,
At a rattling pace to the club I come,
And feel like a queen triumphantly gay,
As I drive my conquering Hero home.

I like him to play; I like him to win;
I like to wait by the Ocean expanse,
To watch its wild waves come careering in,
In regular order unknown to chance.

I like the scent of the weeds that they bear,
And their rolling sound on the pebbly beach;
I like the touch of the salt-flavour'd air;
There is beauty, pleasure, and health in each.

A little hotel in Bellhaven stands,
Where dinners are serv'd remarkably well,
And sometimes Harry slips out of my hands
And dines with Jack at this little hotel.
I'm not very fond of the place, I own;
Ought I to mind it, if Harry's amused?
But I feel so lonely when I'm alone,
And sometimes I feel a little ill-used.

'Tis seldom my husband deserts me thus,