For you I seek to raise a sigh,
But only raise a sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.
Too ral la, too ral la, &c.
Mercutio, you’re a silly goose
To choose a maid so very cruel:
This midnight prowl for you, I fear,
Will end in rheumatiz and gruel;
And then, should Romeo cross your path,
Prepare to face another breeze:
He’d cut you down in his great wrath,