I am a blade that never brags,
And loves a cheerful cup;
Tho' sometimes Coachee—sometimes nags—
Of course must be PULL'D-UP.
Of late, we've suffer'd in our trade—
But grumbling's of no sarvice;
These vile infernal Cabs have played
The devil with the Jarvies.
'Tis time to wash my gob with beer,
Or summat short a dram on—