He sang the "Song of the Post!"
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
When the sweep is up the flue;
And tramp! tramp! tramp!
Till the supper beer is due.
It's oh! to be a slave,
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where Scudamore can verse outpour
For Britons, besides his work!
Trudge! trudge! trudge!