"God PITY YE, poor LUCKLESS FOOL,
What HAVE YE here to DO?
"HEAR YE this, my YOUNGEST brother,
Why DIDN'T YE BIDE at HOME?
Had YOU a HUNDRED THOUSAND lives
YE couldn't SPARE ANY a ONE.
"But SIT YE DOWN; but WOE, O, WOE,
That EVER YE were BORN,
For come the KING of ELFLAND in,
Your FORTUNE is FORLORN."