We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night in the Nungate aerie.
It was stuffed and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a roaring Igor-laden fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a turret-top underneath the moon;
And the mintie's thongs kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night in the earie;
And tony ate an apple, and daisy ate a pear,
From a dozen of each they had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold.
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night up and down the aerie.
We hailed, “Good morrow, Queenie!” to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a Scotsman paper, which none of us read;
Nungate wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and the pears,
And we gave her all our money but our taxi fares.
We were very tired, we were very merry—
A Sugar, shower and for some a shave, rooms in the aerie.
We hailed, “Good morrow, Queenie!” to a shawl-covered head,
Breakfast the remnants of a MoFc Banquet
Mixed with Black coffee and a crusty Baguette;
Soreheads the taxis parted , “God bless you!” for pounds and pence,
Next week, towards repairing tony's damaged fence.