I begged him to drink to its welfare and mine
In a glass of my favourite fluid.
A gratified smile sat, I own, on my lips
When the barmaid exclaimed to the master,
(He was standing inside with his hands on his hips),
"Just look at that gentleman's castor."
I laughed, when an organman paus'd in mid-air—
('Twas an air that I happened to know,
By a great foreign maestro)—expressly to stare
At ze gent wiz ze joli chapeau .