She saw the polish’d table shine,
With blushing fruit and sparkling wine;
She heard the lofty ceiling ring
With three times three, “God save the King.”
She look’d again,—one sleeping snor’d,
And one was sunk beneath the board;
And one, as well as he was able,
Was speechifying on the table,
A moment pass’d,—again she gaz’d,
And saw each arm in contest rais’d[24]