I've lain awake with dental ache
Until I fell asleep, Matilda;
At times again I've missed a train,
Or p'raps run short of tin, Matilda,
And worn a boot on corns that shoot,
Or, shaving, cut my chin, Matilda!
But, oh! no trains—no dental pains—
Believe me when I say, Matilda,
No corns that shoot—no pinching boot
Upon a summer day, Matilda—