Since you, Mr. H**d, will marry black Kate, 
Accept of good wishes for that blessed state: 
May you fight all the day like a dog and a cat, 
And yet ev'ry year produce a new brat. 
Fal la! 

May she never be honest -- you never be sound; 
May her tongue like a clapper be heard a mile round; 
Till abandon'd by joy, and deserted by grace, 
You hang yourselves both in the very same place. 
Fal la!