There’s a broken chord in the tempting song
And a “something” of cheap regret;
[173] ]But a fig for the tones of the broken chord!
And a fig for the tempting voice!
For a man must fight with a wooden sword
Where he only has Hobson’s choice.
And so, with his hand to the pewter pot,
And a smile on his frothy lip,
He follows the way of the drunken sot
Like a dog to his master’s whip;