This stone marks the spot
Where a notorious sot
Doth lie;
Whether at rest or not
It matters not
To you or I.
Oft to the “Lion” he went, to fill his horn,
Now to the grave he’s gone, to get it warm.
Beered by public subscription by his hail and stout companions, who deeply lament his absence.
The presumption is that it is a sheer invention, like a very large proportion of such things printed in collections of epitaphs.