I have taken ten glasses of sherry;
I hope they will ask me to sing;
I am feeling uncommonly merry,
And pine to go in for my fling.
I would give them no die-away ditty;
My lay should be jocund and light.
Bother sentiment—let me be witty;
Oh! let me be comic to-night.
As I sit here alone in a corner—
A slighted though eminent guest—