Punch's holiday, O what a jolly day!
When we fiddled and danced at the Bear.
Romping, reeling it, toe and heeling it,
Ham and vealing it, toddy and purl—
Have you forgot that I paid the shot
I have not! my adorable girl.
With ranters and roysters we push'd thro' the cloisters,
Had plenty of oysters, of porter a pot;
I treated my Hebe with brandy, not (B. B!)
And sausages smoking, and gingerbread hot.