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.