To join the coming revelry.
Then rushed the crowds, by hunger driven,
Then rang the room, with laughter riven,
And loudly were the orders given
For Champagne popping merrily.
But louder yet the noise shall grow,
Ere Crockford’s masquers thence shall go,
And faster yet the wine shall flow,
From bottles emptied rapidly.
’Tis day, and scarce the exhausted band