Trapped in a web of lies, a thousand lies,
Where troubles reproduce a million eggs...

And now again, I fall in love.
A precious girl has caught my soul...

And now the time for me to part has come,
I must leave from my lovely land, my home...

But hark! His heart so weakened was by age,
that soon it failed, writing thus Jack's last...

And so, in th'rainy morn of Christmas day
this Jack went out to walk, wasting away...