Fatten’d on oat-cake and mangold so sweet.
Think of the glory obtained by my breeder—
Of the medal at Chelmsford so gloriously won—
Think of the credit borne off by my feeder,
For the fat, layer by layer, my broad ribs laid upon!
In a fast clipper they’ve taken my passage,
And a cabin on deck they’ve constructed for me,
Padded and mattressed to ease ocean’s tossage,
Pitched and caulked close ’gainst the wash of the sea.
While roots of the choicest, and hay of the sweetest,