And said, ‘Honest Thomas, come take your last bier;’
We kneaded his clay in the shape of this can,
From which let us drink to the health of my Nan.”
W. M. Thackeray.
THE GIPSY KING.
’Tis I am the Gipsy King,
And where is the king like me?
No troubles my dignities bring;
No other is half so free.