1. We have, without sudden fright,
A goose and chicken plump and white,

2. A docile lad whose nature quite
Abhors all rage and fight.

3. And water from a generous vine
Would almost hide it in its shine

4. Did we request this wealth of wine
To grant us its delight.

5. Mellowed to smoothness in its jar
No roughness now its draughts can mar

6. And if thy lips are pressed to far
They'll meet a soft delight.

7. I begged of thee, so set apart
All sullen pride, each stubborn heart,

8. For due this day before thy start
Of fifty pilgrim-rites.