Ah, ch—would I were safe in bed!
There’s cold without and cold within my head.
’Tis time this little maid should be along:
I’ll while away the time with a ch—ch—song.
Song, “Mercutio.” Air, “French Sneezing-Song.”
I’m really very stiff and cold
As you can very plainly see;
This mild spring weather here, somehow,
Has raised the very deuse with me.
My eyes are getting red and weak,