When I put on my new full-bottomed wig.
I was under a spell as I first sat there,
And a sacred thing was that Grand Old Chair!
“And all at first happened well for me,
And my life was calm as calm could be;
The ‘Ayes’ were gentle, the ‘Noes’ were kind,
And rarely to sitting late inclined;
Whilst night after night ’twas my happy fate
To retire for my ‘chop’ at half-past eight;
To retire and return, unvexed by care,