What ought we to do
Gentle sisters say?
Propriety we know
Says we ought to stay
While sympathy exclaims
Freedom from your tether
Play it on our gains
Leave them here together
Her case may any day
Be yours, my dear or mine
Let her make her hay
While the sun doth shine
Let us compromise,
Our hearts are not of leather
Let us shut our eyes
And talk about the weather
Yes, yes let's talk about the weather