And who kept up his old mansion, at a bountiful old rate;
With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at his gate.
Like a fine old English gentleman, all of the olden time.
His hall so old was hung around with pikes, and guns, and bows,
And swords, and good old bucklers, that had stood against old foes;
’Twas there “his worship” held his state in doublet and trunk hose,
And quaff’d his cup of good old Sack, to warm, his good old nose:
Like a fine old English gentleman, &c.
When Winter’s cold brought frost and snow, he open’d house to all;
And though threescore and ten his years, he featly led the ball;