An Old Bachelor

Twas raw, and chill, and cold outside,
        With a boisterous wind untamed,
    But I was sitting snug within,
        Where my good log-fire flamed.
            As my clock ticked,
            My cat purred,
            And my kettle sang.

    I read me a tale of war and love,
        Brave knights and their ladies fair;
    And I brewed a brew of stiff hot-scotch
        To drive away dull care.
            As my clock ticked,
            My cat purred,
            And my kettle sang.

    At last the candles sputtered out,
        But the embers still were bright,
    When I turned my tumbler upside down,
        An' bade m'self g' night!
            As th' ket'l t-hic-ked,
            The clock purred,
            And the cat (hic) sang!