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,
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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!"