And as the pure drinkables mount to our brain,
In “luck to the Rings” the bright pewters we’ll drain.
And I’ll teach you to hact, both abroad and at home,
The statutes of Greece and the statutes of Rome!
I’ll teach you, Bob Castles, to understand traps,
And make you a classical sorts of a chaps.
And whether clean’d out or well breech’d with the stump,
In wars or in peaces you’ll find me a trump,
And whoever agin you foul slanders may hazard,
Shall have from this mauley a tap on the mazzard.