Four gallant Chargers flourish in his Train;
Canteens, with Plate, and Prog completely stor’d,
To form an elegant and sumptuous board.
A Valet, and two Grooms, his Route attends,
Teague was gone dead, carousing with his Friends;
For scarce was John well settled at his home,
When Teague soon felt a secret wish to roam:
Long’d for his Native Cot, his Country dear,
So Friends, and Whiskey, finish’d his career.
As now Sir John in the first Circle rolls,