That Larry would swallow a pail.

Oh, many a night, at the bowl,

With Larry I've sot cheek by jowl;

He's gone to his rest,

Where there's dthrink of the best,

And so let us give his old sowl

A howl,

For 'twas he made the noggin to rowl.

THE WILLOW TREE.

(THACKERAY)