Then of handkerchiefs seven seem semblant to see,
And two or three neckties so white!
Every clear starcher’s soul will be strangled with glee,
When on my sacred things they set sight.
Stop, I’ve nearly forgotten two jerseys (quite thin),
And two flannel shirts too I vow!
In this weather its right to wear flannel next skin,
At least I do truly so trow;
One nightshirt, if modesty lets me to add,
In my list I must also include,