Old ays are gone:

Lo! I go to find better;

Bright suns once shone.

Shall they never shine again?

Here’s a queer inn for to-night, but the next one

I will contrive shall be freed from what’s vext one

In this, and to-morrow, for all that’s perplext one,

I shall arise with a head free of pain.

Here’s luck, old friends,

Though to-night’s proved the finish

And this tap now ends.

Shall we never brew again?

Aye, by my faith and the faith I have in you,

You who have kist and have laughed at the sin. You

Witch that I gambled and squandered to win, you

Too shall come in with me out ofthe rain.