The same thing with respect to wine;
It's only just the whilst it's fine
It suits our masters: good, i'fegs!
So half the bottle goes for dregs;
Ha! ha! we're then, instead of napping,
Like the woodpecker,—always 'tapping.'
Of course, occasion'ly you tell o'er
The true contents of all the cellar.
Again of course, the choicest bottle
Scarce greets at all your Master's throttle.