‘Get up, sir, and on the right,
See the morning-star shines bright.
Shake off slumber, and prepare
Ducks and geese to shoot and snare.
All your darts and line may kill,
I will dress for you with skill.
Thus a blithesome hour we’ll pass,
Brightened by a cheerful glass;
While your lute its aid imparts,
To gratify and soothe our hearts.’”