And we managed a shutter to borrow;
We raised him, and sighed at the thought that his head
Would “consumedly ache” on the morrow.
We bore him home, and we put him to bed,
And we told his wife and his daughter
To give him, next morning a couple of red
Herrings, with soda water.—
Loudly they talked of his money that’s gone,
And his Lady began to upbraid him;
But little he reck’d, so they let him snore on