Round went the tea, or round the home-brew’d ale,
And thus they transiently themselves regale;
And now and then, as each in turn doth quaff
The timely cup, uproarious ’rose a laugh.
A drover now, with breast bare to the sun,
Inquired the hour, and urg’d the cattle on;
His ashen beam fell sore upon their loins,
And with the lash some imprecation joins;
They, in reply to the unrighteous law,
Reluctantly obey the fellsome blow.