But the pen of the poet was ne’er, I’ll be bound,
Half so pleasantly used as in signing a brief.
In soft declarations, though rapture may lie,
If the maid to appear to your suit willing be,
But ah I could write till my inkstand was dry,
And die in the act—yes—of signing a plea.
CHORUS.—Signing a plea, signing a plea!
Die in the act—yes—of signing a plea.