(Written For The Lady By Whom It Was Sung.) Air--"Some Love To Roam." Some Love To Stroll Where The Wassail-Bowl And The Wine-Cups Circle Free; None Of That Band Shall Win My Hand: No! A Sober Spouse For Me. Like Cheerful Streams When Morning Beams, With Him My Life Would Flow; Not Down The Crags, The Drunkard Drags His Wife To Want And Wo! Oh! No, No, No!--Oh! No, No, No! At Midnight Dark, The Drunkard Mark-- Oh, What A Sight, Good Lack! As Home Draws Near, To Him Appear Grim Fiends Who Cross His Track! His Children'S Name He Dooms To Shame-- His Wife To Want And Wo; She Is Betrayed, For Wine Is Made Her Rival And Her Foe. Oh! No, No, No!--Oh! No, No, No!