The Bottle pushed round till with drink their eyes glared,
All speakers at once, nort but d—m—ie was plain,
Ev’n Parsons took roundly the Lord’s name in vain;
The Reckoning discharged yet at this zome looked bluff,
And grudged the expense tho’ ’twas reasonable enough;
Zome gallopped away, zome halted at ease,
Zome mounted their ponies and two wheeled post chaise.
Not far howsomever went Mum Doubtful ’twas zed
When he tumbled and luckily valled on his head;
Tom Guzzle over zit in a Ditch on the road,