By Jove! it hadn't need come more,
Unless it wants to ruin me
Outright, and turn me out of door!
That horrid fit of gout, brought on
By neighbour Guzzle's Christmas cheer
I thought it would have kill'd me quite;
But Christmas comes but once a year.
I very seldom touch a card,
For gambling's not at all my sphere;
I wish I hadn't played last night!