That this is the very last night of my spree.
I’ve promised my Bessie, and further, I swore—
She’s got the paper—to taste it no more
After to-night. When I told her I’d sign,
The look on her face made me think of the time
When she stood at the altar,[1421] a beautiful bride,
And I looked on my choice with a good deal of pride.
Ah! many’s the time since I’ve been on this spree,
I’ve seen this good woman get down[1422] on her knee
And ask God, in His goodness, have mercy on me.