1. I saw a young man complaining of great pain
In his wrist, leaning on a wise cane

2. I said to him, is it debt or wounds
And what is the cause of this severe distress

3. He said I met a cordial friend
Who shook my hand like a stubborn giant

4. And squeezed my hand with such force
I thought his fingers were made of iron

5. A handshake I see as an ill memory
Of meeting him, I won't do it again

6. He didn't intend to anger me but
He followed the newest custom and trend