One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather. He began to compliment,
And I began to grin,— " How do you do ? " and " How do you do ? "
And " How do you do ? " again.
Who comes here? A grenadier. What do you want? A pot of beer. Where's your money? I've forgot. Get you gone, you drunken sot!