I brought thee a coat—such a vestment!
'Twas newly constructed by Poole;
I've found it a losing investment—
Oh! how could I be such a fool?
I told thee I hadn't a "stiver;"
I said I'd been "cutting it fat,"
And coolly demanded a "fiver,"—
How thou must have chuckled at that!
Thou wee can'st remember the morning
Succeeding thy Sabbath, thou Jew!