He is gone, and has left me to suffer;
But Time puts our sorrows to flight.
He left me his money, poor buffer:—
Oh, let me be comic to-night.
Let me try; I am perfectly ready,
I’ve sat in my corner too long,
But my legs are a little unsteady—
That wine was remarkably strong.
Did you say I was tipsy? Oh gammon!
Just lift me up gently. All right—