Shall make me turn tail on the
saucer and cup.
Drink, roysterers all; and, ifegs!
while I utter.
The praises of tea, let the burden resound.
Let those who prefer it have plain bread and butter;
For me, lads, I warrant the toast shall go round.
Chorus.—Let those. &c.
Dull knaves who delight in the worship of BACCHUS
May jeer at our joys in their pestilent way.