The rugged metre, and the exaggerated national sentiment of this ballad were thus amusingly parodied:—
RETRIBUTION—A XIXTH CENTURY BALLAD OF THE SLOE.
By the Author of "Vengeance, a Ballad of the Fleet."
AT his chambers in the Albany Sir Richard Tankard lay,
And a missive, like brown buttered toast, was brought him on a tray;
"Come, drink my Spanish wine—fifty dozen, all is thine,
And bring your friends with you, we'll drink till all is blue."
Then sware Lord Thomas Drunker: "By jingo, I'm no funker;
But I cannot go, I fear, for my liver's out of gear,
And my head feels like to burst, and I only slake my thirst