Is all the boon I ask!
This extract is from a long poem, called:
THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN
PARODY ON TENNYSON’S “LOCKSLEY HALL”
Comrades, you may pass the rosy. With permission of the chair,
I shall leave you for a little, for I’d like to take the air
Whether ’t was the sauce at dinner, or that glass of ginger beer,
Or these strong cheroots, I know not, but I feel a little queer.
Let me go. Now, Chuckster, blow me, ’pon my soul, this is too bad!
When you want me, ask the waiter, he knows where I’m to be had!
Whew! This is a great relief now! Let me but undo my stock,