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.