And I pledged my host for a right good sort
In bumpers of both, for I never thought
(I should moan and cry, Woe's me!)
But I woke next day with a fearful head,
(Oh that dinner was fine to see!)
And on my chest is a weight like lead,
And I frequently wish that I were dead,
(And I moan and I cry, Woe's me!)
And as for Brown—why the truth to tell—
(Oh that dinner was fine to see!)