Lord! I was lively as the day!
I won the High-lows, out and out.
“I’m surely growing young again,
I feel myself so kedge and plump!
From head to feet I’ve not one pain.
Nay, hang me, if I couldn’t jump!”
Thus spake the ale in Richard’s pate;
A very little made him mellow;
But still he loved his faithful Kate,
Who whispered thus: “My good old fellow,