What did she at Napoli—Heigh, Ma'am, ho, Ma'am?
What did she at Napoli, ho?
—With sorrow I speak it,
She went, mother—naked,
And laurell'd the bust of King Joe——Joe,
And laurell'd the bust of King Joe.
Will she have a drawing-room—Heigh, Ma'am, ho, Ma'am?
Will she have a drawing-room, ho?
—Oh, yes, I presume,
That she might find a room,