The sleepy Maid comes stumbling down

The Stairs, while buttoning her Gown,

And pokes the fire with a frown.

Up in a rage the Kobold flies, |○|

And blows the Ashes in her eyes;

“Plague on the Fire!” poor Gretchen cries. |Sol. below|

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The Goodman turned about in Bed, |☾|

And from the Pillow raised his Head

“Wife, Wife, its five o’clock!” he said.