John Wall Callcott - The haughty wife of Jove - текст песни (слова)

The haughty wife of Jove, in jealous state,
 To madness destined wretched Ino's fate;
 Some would have cooled great Juno's angry blood,
 "But what", said she, "d'ye know of her that's good?"
 Ev'n Jove himself was into holes and corners driv'n:
 "You're a dirty rascal" rent the heav'n.