My sweetheard invited me to dinner

My sweetheart invited me to dinner

And yet had no house in which to receive me,

No wood nor hearth to do the cooking or roasting;

The pot had even long since been broken in two.

No wine-cask was there either,

And no glasses did he have in use;

The table was narrow, the tablecloth no better,

The bread stone-hard, and the knife totally blunt!