A lad as gentle as a lamb, but lost[676]
His senses when he took a drop too much.
Drink[677] did it all—drink made him mad when cross’d—
He was a poor man, and they’re hard[678] on such.
O Nan! that night! that night!
When I was sitting in this[679] very chair,
Watching and waiting in the candle-light,
And heard[680] his foot come creaking up the stair,
And turned and saw him standing yonder,[681] white
And wild, with staring eyes and rumpled hair!