Moses McCammon letter to Thomas Rotch, Kendal Feb 16th 1822

               
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  Disapoinment of views and the crosses of fate
  Press down on our bosoms with wonderful weight
  But all the annoyances tends us thro life
  Are nothing at all to the frowns of a Wife
        I've one who as long as her Tea-pot's supplie'd
  I seldom have known her to scold or to chide
  But when it is empty no moral I'm sure
  Could bear the abuse I am forc'd to endure.
       Since ever she got what you sent her she's been
  As great in her mind as a dutchess or Queen
  Like a kitten she ships thro, the house full fo flee
  And I am as happy as happy can be
  She vows and declares to the end of her days
  While her tongue it can way she will sound fourth your praise
  And she'll work alike a Trogen thro cold and thro heat
  And endeavour to make all her endings to meet.
     Let freckled faced topers so jolly and frisky
  Keep roaring the praises of Brandy and Whisky
  They may roar to the split it is nothing to me
  I'll sing while I am able the virtues of Tea
  Tea makes an old woman that's wither'd and gray
  As blithe and as blooming as daisys in May
  And I know very well that it dri[illegible] of the strife
  Which often ariseth between husband and wife. 
      Here now I conclude and as along as the spring
  Entices the bushes green verdul to bring
  Or long as great Erie produces a Salmon
  So long
               I'm Your wellwisher
                   Moses McCammon
  Kendal Feb. 16th 1822