Was all the food I’d had in twenty hours!)
Now that would seem a feast. The cupboard’s bare.
Well, here’s a chance to put my luck to test.
Who goes a-roving when the pot is full?
Say, comrades, comrades, let’s set out tonight,
And brew our mulligan behind the ties.
No more I’ll sit alone to play propriety;
I sell no more blue roses, hear me swear
But when the snows are gone, I’ll scent mayweed