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!