THE BUTLER.
Of servants, whether best or worst,
The Butler seems to rank the first;
Whose sparkling aid calls up the Nine,—
Such virtue dwells in rosy wine.
There's none can draw a cork like you,
You're such a perfect 'thorough screw.'
Of servants, whether best or worst,
The Butler seems to rank the first;
Whose sparkling aid calls up the Nine,—
Such virtue dwells in rosy wine.
There's none can draw a cork like you,
You're such a perfect 'thorough screw.'