It will comfort my heart to accompany you.
That there grog at the governor's! O, what a goose!
Which is best, steel or lead, or a drop of the juice?'
'First a drop of the juice this here bottle contains—
And then barkers, like gemmen, to blow out our brains!
Here they are, fill your glass, to that bed-room retire—
Make ready, present, and when mine goes off—fire!'
Humble Allan then manfully emptied his glass,
And with pistol on cock to the bed-room did pass;
In a moment he heard massa's bang, and the nigger