(O the dinner was fine to see!)
And I pledged my host for a right good sort
In bumpers of both, for I never thought
(I should moan and I cry woe’s me!)
* * * * *
But I woke next day with a fearful head,
(O that dinner so fine to see!)
And on my chest is a weight like lead,
And I frequently wish that I were dead,
(And I moan and I cry woe’s me!)