When tempests wreck thy bark,
And all is drear and dark,
If thou shouldst need an Ark,
⁠I'll give thee one!

What was that?

I heard the minx remark,
She'd meet him after dark,
Inside St. James's Park,
⁠And give him one!

The prospect's not so bad,
${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right.}}$My/Thy${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}}$ heart so sore and sad
May very soon be glad
⁠As summer sun;
But while the sky is dark,
And tempests wreck ${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right.}}$my/thy${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}}$ bark,
If ${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right.}}$I should/thous shouldst${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}}$ need an Ark,
⁠${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right.}}$Thou'lt/I'll${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}}$ give ${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right.}}$me/thee${\displaystyle \scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}}$ one!

Ah!

Oh, shameless one, tremble!
Nay, do not endeavour
Thy fault to dissemble,
We part—and for ever!
I worshipped him blindly,
He worships another—

Attend to me kindly,
This lady's my mother!

This lady's his what?

⁠This lady's my mother!

This lady's his what?

⁠He says she's his mother!

What means this mirth unseemly,
That shakes the listening earth?

The joke is good extremely,
And justifies our mirth.