Oh coffee! My coffee! our groggy trip is done,
the cup has gone from steaming black to empty, and the sun has risen now;
I must allow the clock to rule my morning,
and brave the road to drudge and toil, though it be long and boring.
But Oh nose! brain! tongue!
O the steaming drops of dark!
the cup is drained; my coffee's gone;
and I must go to work.