MONDAY.
If you're waking, please don't call me, please don't call me, CURRIE dear,
For they tell me that to-morrow t'wards the open we're to steer!
No doubt, for you and those aloft, the maddest merriest way,—
But I always feel best in a bay, CURRIE, I always feel best in a bay!
TUESDAY.
Take, take, take?—
What will I take for tea?
The thinnest slice—no butter,—
And that's quite enough for me!