a-chinking

Updated: September 9, 2025

No more, as he sat and drank, he frowned, Or courtiers moodily stood around, But all were singing, drinking; And louder than all the songs he led, And louder he said, "Ho! pass the red!" Till he went to bed with a ring in his head That seemed like gold a-chinking.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 33, July, 1860