To forfeit either Fellowship or wife,
I thought ’twould be a pity she should leave her native city
And be tied to an old tutor all her life.
When I pictured you all cosy, at your port wine old and rosy,
And I was at cold mutton, and romance was growing cool—
When I thought of you so gaily dining gloriously daily,
I took a single cabin in a ship for Liverpool.
But upon the mix’d emotions of my hurried homeward sail,
Will you kindly, will you kindly draw a veil, draw a veil?
Chorus (very gently).—Draw a veil! draw a veil!