The whiskey on your breath

　　Could make a small boy dizzy；

　　But I hung on like death：

　　Such waltzing was not easy.

　　We romped until the pans

　　Slid from the kitchen shelf；

　　My mother's countenance

　　Could not unfrown itself.

　　The hand that held my wrist

　　Was battered on one knuckle；

　　At every step you missed

　　My right ear scraped a buckle.

　　You beat time on my head

　　With a palm caked hard by dirt，

　　Then waltzed me off to bed

　　Still clinging to your shirt.