Esop. There needed no more Invitation
To e'er a Country 'Squire i'th' Nation:
Exactly to the time he came,
Punctual as Woman when she meets
A Man between a pair of Sheets,
As good a Stomach, and as little Shame.
Rog. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
Esop. To say the Truth, he found good Chear,
With Wine, instead of Ale and Beer:
But just as they sat down to eat,
Came bouncing in a hungry Cat.
Rog. O Lord, O Lord, O Lord!
Esop. The nimble Courtier skipt from Table,
The 'Squire leapt too, as he was able:
It can't be said that they were beat,
It was no more than a Retreat;
Which when an Army, not to fight
By Day-light, runs away by Night,
Was ever judg'd a great and glorious Feat.
Rog. Ever, ever, ever.
Esop. The Cat retir'd, our Guests return,
The Danger past becomes their Scorn,
They fall to eating as before,
The Butler rumbles at the Door.
Rog. Good Lord!
Esop. To Boot and Saddle again they sound.
Rog. Ta ra, tan tan ta ra, ra ra tan ta ra.