Beside, you see, said John again,
I let poor Louis sup,
On both I use my ointment, and
Their wounds I did bind up.
A weel a day then said the dame,
But much affected were,
I see you have some small excuse
What you have done it for.
I have some little hopes left yet
That you may yet have sense,
To know your high position, John,
Instead of saving pence.
You yet will learn that duty, sir,
Cannot be ignored,
However disagreeable when
Placed before the board.
And let me tell you he who shirks
The responsibility
Of seeing right, is doing wrong,
And deserves humility.
And ’tis an empty-headed dream,
To boast of skill and power,
And dare not even interfere
At the latest hour.
Better far confess at once
You’re not fit for your place,
Than have a name Heroic, sir,
Branded with disgrace.
But I will not say another word,
My deputies, to you;
But hope you will a warning take,
This moment from poor Lue.
And hoping, John, your enemies
May never have the chance
To see you paid for watching Will
Thrash poor weak Louis France.