HERE’S TO THE STOUT ASH POLE
Hooray for to-day, and hooray for to-night, and
forget all the rest of it, boys.
Hold on, Mister Barkeeper, close up your jaw,
we’re paying for all of this noise.
We won’t mosey out, and we won’t set down,
and you can’t keep a one of us still;
You can charge, if you want to, so much for a
yawp; we’ll settle all right in the bill.
For this is our very last evenin’ on earth; the