What she reveal'd I cannot relate:  
The vow of silence I owed her
Allows me to report but this:  
O God!  God, what an odor!

The mem'ry revolts me even now 
the more I'm dwelling upon it
More it disgusts me  --  almost like 
a mix of cabbage, coal and vomit.

Here come all the servants on horseback, 
too, with torches and bands a-playing.
They're dancing in time to the music now  --  
all jumping and hopping and swaying.

In shiny, bright uniforms 
the diplomatic corps of nations
Convey their greetings  --  reservèdly  --  
and send their congratulations.

The Senate comes, both the great and the wise, 
old masters of obfuscation.
The mayor even has turned up 
and offered his own oration.

All that took place upon that night  --  
both singly and all together  -- 
I'll tell you all another time 
in balmy summer weather.

That creature of old, hypocrisy, 
God help us, now is dying.
Expiring into the grave, 
at last in death he's truly lying.

(Duet)
May heaven protect you all, 
able folk, from pestilence and famine,
From war, and would-be heroes too 
take care that you do examine  --

My friends, don't be offended now, 
but take the advice I'm giving:
All honor due to the poets who're dead, 
but don't forget the living.