Of such famous old stingo behind,
Oh! say will he bluster and weep? No, 'ifegs!
He'll seek for some more of the kind.
He'll laugh and though doctors perhaps may condemn—
Thy tide shall efface the decree,
For many can witness, though subject to phlegm,
He has always been faithful to thee!
With thee were the dreams of his earliest love,
Every rap in his pocket was thine,
And his very last prayer, every morning, by Jove!