When we went down to London in midst of the champaign + 

A brother looked at me as though I had been Cain, + 

And in a voice of thunder, as I sat at the table, + 

He fiercely asked of me “where is your Brother Abel?” + 

To which I did reply “I’m not my brother’s keeper, + 

But at home you’ll find him, in his bed asleep, sir.” + 