And then all my Glory begun to decay:
My Money was gone, I quite consum'd my Store,
My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score,
Score, Score,
My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score.
She frown'd like a Fury, and Kate was Coy,
A Kiss or a Smile I no more must enjoy,
Nay, if that I call'd but for a Mug of Beer,
My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear,
hear, hear,