"My sorrow was sincere,
And were I not the ass I am,
We wouldn't both be here;
For I am he, Fitz Alpine Smyke,
Thro' tears, I let her slip,
And now by tears, I eke it out
In salary and tip."
"My sorrow was sincere,
And were I not the ass I am,
We wouldn't both be here;
For I am he, Fitz Alpine Smyke,
Thro' tears, I let her slip,
And now by tears, I eke it out
In salary and tip."