Drink to him, he,
I warrant, excuse for a bumper will be.
For whether they’re sinking, or whether they swim,
Poor or wealthy, I care not a dump’s sum.
Come fill up a bumper—nay, fill to the brim,
And drink to mankind as a lump sum.
Let the toast, pray,
Pass, sir, for they
Will prove an excuse for our moistening the clay.
Fun.