For since the geneva and strong ratafee,
We are dwindled to nothing,—but stay—let me see
Faith, nothing at all but mere fiddle-de-dee.
O! the brown beer, &c.
Anonymous.
From The Universal Songster. Vol. III.
The Frog and the Bull.
As once on a time a young frog, pert and vain,
Beheld a large ox grazing on the wide plain,