Two dirty sleeping-oars wherein one lies

Awaiting a breakfast; to feel disgust utter

At coffee, two boiled eggs, and plain roll and butter,

(Miscalled "Grub de Luxe," in the bitterest chaff,)

At the humorous price of four francs and a-half!

Item: Thirty-five francs for a bottle of brandy!

(A thing that—at breakfast—of course comes in handy).

A horrible dinner; no wine, and no beer,

Not even a soda your spirits to cheer;

No water to wash in at Turin—just think!