Meet Me this Evening Alone.
Meet me this evening alone,
Friend Bite, and we’ll hatch up a tale;
We’ll chat when the day’s work is done,
O’er a pipe and a jug of good ale:
A plate of cold meat and some bread,
With salad or cucumbers green,
And part of a sucking pig’s head
’Tis the loveliest of tit-bits e’er seen.