Of roast and boiled, or boiled and roast, by way of start startling change;
Of chops and steaks, and steaks and chops, on each alternate day,
The meats of merry England, what sad affairs are they!
The Colds of merry England, how easy to be caught!
How hard to be got rid of, and with what discomforts fraught!
Swelled eyes, red noses, puff’d out cheeks,—the mildest they display.
The colds of merry England, how torturing are they!
The Wines of merry England! the Port at half-a-crown!
The pure Amontillado, and the nutty-flavoured Brown;
Their horrors e’en while swallowing, and worse effects next day,