Puffing all our cares away,
A fine old thing is the yard of clay.
Anonymous.
I. V. Green.
(“I. V.” is short for John Villiam.)
Oh, a rare old toper was I. V. Green,
With his nose so fiery and bold;
’Twas redden’d by dips in the tankard, I ween,
That had grown in his service old.