And, if you'd please, my mother dear, your poor desponding child,
Draw me a pot of beer, mother, and mother, draw it mild!
William Aytoun.
THE LAUREATE
WHO would not be
The Laureate bold,
With his butt of sherry
To keep him merry,
And nothing to do but to pocket his gold?
'Tis I would be the Laureate bold!