Of one hapless wight, who, though over four score,
He hit in the head, making one victim more.
And this is the creature, who, when on his way
Through the world, struck the couple in whose cause to-day,
I ask for your help and your patronage, too;
And they’ll give you back when he comes to bite you.
And now let each one of us struggle to keep
The old custom up, so time-honoured and cheap;
Of jointly, or singly, some small trifle giving,
To start the young pair on their way to a living.