Sing, hey! pork cutlets and pearls!
He would talk sweet nothings, and sing and dance
O the sighs of the soft sweet girls.
Came Gruyere so pale! a most hole-y-man!
Sing, hey! red sandstone and rice!
But the world saw through him as worldlings can
O the breezes from Isles of Spice.
But the maiden fair loved no cheese but one
Sing, hey! acrostics and ale!
Save for single Glo’ster she love had none!