Oh! sweet is this revenge to sup;
I have thee by the nose—it's now
My turn—and I will turn it up."
Guess how the miser liked the scurvy
And cruel way of venting passion;
The snubbing folks in this new fashion
Seemed quite to turn him topsy-turvy;
He uttered prayers, and groans, and curses,
For things had often gone amiss
And wrong with him before, but this