Now I walked along sure, but badly inclined,
I could scarcely take a step without looking behind,
For an angel most fine, sure, appeared in my view,
And then I bethought her, my darling Miss Brew.
Sure I hastened home; sure I hastened to bed,
I scarcely on my pillow where I lay down my head,
And that angel most fine, sure, appeared in my view,
But still I bethought her my darling Miss Brew.