Are you at rest? or cutting still?
I know not who is held so dear!
Or who’s to pay your “little bill!”
But when it comes, some day—some day—
These eyes an awful tote may see;
And don’t you wish, my tailor gay,
That you may get your £ s. d.?
Some day—some day—some day I must meet it,
Snip, I know not when or how,
Snip, I know not when or how,