A disconsolate old man,
I am a slave to inconveniences.
For several days past,
I have been unable to go abroad,
But observing this morning a clear sky and fine air,
I was induced to recommence my street wanderings.
[Sings.] At dawn I left my home,
But as yet have had no job.
Hither and yon, and on all sides,
From the east gate to the west,