Footman.
| "O may I never, never be A servant out of livery, Which is th' ambitious, hop'd-for lot Of all who wear the shoulder knot! | |
| O may I never quit my place Behind the chair, nor shew my face, The sideboard's glitt'ring show to grace, | } |
| If, when my master ceas'd to dine, I ever stole a glass of wine! O, may my food be pitch and mustard, If ever I took tart or custard, If e'er I did my finger dip In some nice sauce and rub my lip! If turnpike tolls I e'er enlarg'd,— May I this moment be discharg'd!" |