When the chorus came we even made a desperate effort to be merry. We refilled our glasses and joined in; Harris, in a voice trembling with emotion, leading, and George and I following a few words behind:

“Two lovely black eyes;

Oh! what a surprise!

Only for telling a man he was wrong,

Two⁠—”

“Two lovely black eyes; Oh! what a surprise! Only for telling a man he was wrong, Two⁠—”