He took them all, and never balk'd his glass;
Nay, with the seamen working in the ship,
At their request, he'd share the grog and flip.
But in the club-room was his chief delight,
And punch the favourite liquor of the night;
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Man after man they from the trial shrank,
And Dowling ever was the last who drank.
Arrived at home, he, ere he sought his bed,
With pipe and brandy would compose his head;