So flew with rapture to the Barrack-yard,
To seek his former Chum, kind-hearted Ward.
His hand thrust out, when his Friend he espies,
With honest pleasure sparkling in his Eyes.
‘How are you, Ward? by Jove, I’m glad to meet you;
‘Give me your Fist—I with much pleasure greet you.
‘How fat you’re grown! I say, you lively Varlet,
‘You’re still a stickler for the bit of Scarlet.
‘I’ll tell you what it is, you D——d old Sinner,