Sir Dalley’s great depôt.
I was cut up as Stratford was,
And Y-ll-ly from Carrow;
Came stealing in—and stole away,
My brains and spinal-marrow.
I vow’d that you should have my hand,
But fate gives us denial;
You’ll find it there at Doctor Wr-ght’s,
In spirits and a phial.
How very hard my William dear,—