Though I’ve get a most shocking bad cold, my love,
Then awake, for my love is so hot, my dear,
That without you I’ll soon go to pot, my dear;
For my shirt, at your clack,
Would stick close to my back,—
But the devil a shirt have I got, my dear.
Like a cat my watch I’m keeping, love,
For no bed have I got to sleep in, love;
So honey look down,
And smile me a frown,