Who fetches him a sounding kick,

For not biting enough.

“In hell he weddeth Death.

She calleth him ‘My Duke’;

He calleth her ‘My Inquisition.’

Long live the Beggar!

“Ring out ye bells reëchoing:

Chimes, fling your songs into the air;

Clink, glasses and bottles, clink:

Long live the Beggar!”