Hush! listen:—fancy that you hear
The banging of the bottled beer;
Look, and see the sparkling glass,
’Round the festive circle pass:
And then behold their smiling faces,
As some for frolic make grimaces.
Conceive the scene—a “country dance,”—
A granddame with a stripling, glance,—
See them sweep the avenue,
She ’n her new-made bonny blue: