‘O C——t! the filthy stuff’s gone down my throat.
‘O curse them, and their beastly, D——n’d emulsions;
‘O Lord! my wretched guts are in convulsions!
‘Give me a Dram. ’Od rot the nasty Vixen,
‘She’s ruined my best Coat, with her d——n’d Mixen.’
Now scour’d, and sweeten’d, Johnny whining said,
‘O Teague, I’m horrid sick, shew me to Bed.’
Teague spread the folded Blanket in a crack,
And for a Pillow, placed his own Knapsack.
Astonished John his Servant’s conduct viewing,