if you can get a good square meal;
but when there's nought, what can you do,
supposing the purse be empty too?
Tralalala, tralalala!
O for a drop of mountain dew!
Tralalala, tralalala!
Mother, look what I have brought!
(Reels over to his sleeping wife and gives her a smacking kiss.)
Mother (rubbing her eyes).
Oho!—