What are the words to the poem Old Tom?

Old TomThe harridan who holds the inn...

The harridan who holds the inn

At which I toss a pot,

Is old and uglier than sin,--

I'm glad she knows me not.

Indeed, for me it's hard to think,

Although my pow's like snow,

She was the lass so fresh and pink

I courted long ago.

I wronged her, yet it's sadly true

She wanted to be wronged:

They mostly do, although 'tis you,

The male bloke who is thonged.

Well, anyway I left her then

To sail across the sea,

And no doubt she had other men,

And soon lost sight of me.

So now she is a paunchy dame

And mistress of the inn,

With temper tart and tongue to blame,

Moustache and triple chin.

And though I have no proper home

Contentedly I purr,

And from my whiskers wipe the foam,

--Glad I did not wed her.

Yet it's so funny sitting here

To stare into her face;

And as I raise my mug of beer

I dream of our disgrace.

And so I come and come each day

To more and more enjoy

The joke--that fifty years away

I was her honey boy.