It’s time the party was done;
And the chickens commence to cackle again,
And the cocks crow, one by one.
For a breeze begins to blow,
And the planet of Jupiter, he,
Grows shaky and pale, as the dawn, you know,
Comes striding over the sea;
Grows pale, as the dawn keeps coming, you know,
Grows paler and paler to be.
All night have the tulips shaked,