I damn'd all the Hindoos—
Look'd out of the windows—
And sometimes I mended a pen—pen!
And sometimes I mended a pen!
Such toil made me sulky, and then, and then,
Such toil made me sulky, and then,
If I ask'd for old Wright,
He came in in a fright,
As if to a bear in his den—den,
As if to a bear in his den.