Philip F. Allen.
The Cabby’s Farewell to his Beer.
My pewter full, my pewter full, that stands untasted by,
With thy amber hue, and odour sweet, and froth heaped up so high,
Fret though I may to taste thee now, howe’er I feel inclined,
I may not drink of thee again—I’ve signed the pledge, I’ve signed.
I fret not ’neath this cosy roof, snug near the taproom fire;
The further thou art from me now, the more is my desire.
The landlord hath thee still his own, and “cabby” hath his gold.