His custom of an afternoon, if he’s anything of a swell,
Is to ride a friend’s horse in Hyde Park, and chat with some first-rate belle;
Or to dine with a few nice friends of his at the Clarendon Hotel,
Upon capital good turtle soup, and champagne that’s iced so well;
Like a fine young English gentleman, one of the present time.
And, as for the rest of the evening, why I really cannot say,
Except that the cold punch was excellent, and the company very gay;
And he challenged two or three men; but then, they settle it next day;
And he does not quite remember how, or when he came away;
For, he’s a fine young English gentleman, one of the present time.