With his new and original reading.
Till his efforts left him in sorry plight,
And the sweat on his brow was bleeding.
Five different garments enclosed his breast,
Five brand-new dresses were found him,
Though in never a one did he look at rest,
Though the people might sleep around him.
Many and long were the words he said,
Till we wished in fervent sorrow,
We could only get home to our welcome bed,