Sweet beef that now causes my stomach to rise,
Sweet beef that now causes my stomach to rise,
So taking thy sight is,
My joy, that so light is,
To view thee, by pailfuls runs out of my eyes.
While here I remain my life's not worth a farthing,
While here I remain my life's not worth a farthing,
Ah! hard-hearted _Lewy_,
Why did I come to ye?
The gallows, more kind, would have saved me from starving.