And murmured, as he dreamt of stout,
Excelsior!
"Try this rump-steak!" the butcher said;
"At Tillyfour the ox was bred;
Juicy it is, M'Combie's pride,
And only one-and-six." He sighed—
Excelsior!
"Stay!" cried a maiden of the bar,
"A shilling buys a good cigar—
Ten more some icy dry champagne."