On Rainy Days Alone I Dine Upon A Chick And Pint Of Wine. On Rainy Days I Dine Alone, And Pick My Chicken To The Bone; But This My Servants Much Enrages, No Scraps Remain To Save Board-Wages. In Weather Fine I Nothing Spend, But Often Spunge Upon A Friend; Yet, Where He's Not So Rich As I, I Pay My Club, And So Good B'Ye.