Ebbene, il mio padrone—
I bid 'im an' Londra good-bye!
'E may grind out 'imself 'is canzone
For never again will I try!
E troppo! my barrel—'e's frosty,
An' round I can not make 'im turn!
The music of Verdi and Tosti
No longer a soldo can earn!
"My Honey!" won't thaw, and there's "Daisy"
An icicle frozen right through!