(Three verses omitted.)
My friend is cousin to a lord;
And when a feed I sport,
He always asks his own fine friends,
Who drink champagne like port!
Last night down my own very stairs
They kick’d me for a bet!
By goles! I’ll fight them every one—
That’s—if I don’t forget.
By Lady Clarke, in The Comic Offering for 1832. London: Smith, Elder and Co.