His house, you’re told, is fitted up “regardless of expense,”
Although one half is obsolete, and t’other make pretence;
Exploded old four-posters, built in George the Second’s reign,
Mock plate to serve mock-turtle in, sham ice-pails for champagne;
At this fine old English Innkeeper’s, one of the olden time.
The swipes he draws is sour enough to turn a navvy pale,
Tho’ by a bitter raillery he calls it bitter ale;
And tho’ perhaps you don’t see half a waiter all the day,
For “attendance” quite as much as for a lawyer’s you must pay
To this fine old English Innkeeper, one of the olden time.