And he look'd like a gentleman taking a snooze,
With his Marshal cloak around him.
"The Doctor's as drunk as the d——," we said,
And we managed a shutter to borrow;
We raised him, and sighed at the thought that his head
Would "consumedly ache" on the morrow.
We bore him home, and we put him to bed,
And we told his wife and his daughter
To give him, next morning, a couple of red
Herrings, with soda-water.