Am          E          Am          E
Smug, Rich and fantastic old Fumbler was known,
     Am       Dm          E             Am
That wedded a Juicy brisk girl of the town.
    Am           E            Am           E
Her face like an angel, fair, plump, and a maid,
    Am           Dm              E           Am
Her lute well in tune too, could he but have played.
    Em
But lost was his skill, let him do what he can,
    Em                      Am        Em
She finds him in bed a weak silly old man.
   C             G             Am         E
He coughs in her ear, "'tis in vain to go on,
   Am            E                   Am
Forgive me, my dear, I'm a silly old man."

[Verse 2]
    Am           E           Am         E
She laid his dry hand on her snowy soft breast,
    Am               Dm           E              Am
And from those white Hills gave a glimpse of the rest.
    Am          E            Am            E
But ah! what is Age when our Youth's but a span,
    Am           Dm       E          Am
She found him an infant instead of a man,
     Em
"Ah! Pardon," he sighed "that I'm weary so soon,
    Em                            Am        Em
You have let down my Base, I'm no longer in Tune!
    C           G           Am          E
Lay by the dear Instrument, prithee lie still,
      Am           E                       Am
I can play but one Lesson, and that I play ill."