‘Si Senhor, I do sell all vat you please;
‘Biscuits, & Porter, Tongues, Hollands, & Brandy.’
John crack’d his Whip, and swore ’twas all the dandy.
‘Tea, Sugar, Salt, and vat of all most nice is,
‘Pickles and Soda, good Segars and Spices.’
‘Well said, my Hearty! now I’ll tell you what,
‘Pack some of all, but in a separate lot.’
John now another Draft on Daddy drew,
Gave his address and off to Belem flew.
His time now pass’d with pleasure, and delight,