Ev’ry plate was at rest,
And I heard not a sound,
But the knives and forks rattling,
Sweet music for me.
And here in this snug little box would I sit,
With a joint that was lovely to nose and to view,
With a sirloin of beef, a turkey and chine,
How bless’d could I live, and how calm could I dine.
Ev’ry plate, &c.
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