Then meet me &c.
Pastry may do for the gay,
The thoughtless, the young, and the free,
But there’s something in cold beef, they say,
More tempting to you and to me;
Then remember, be sure to be there,
If good eating and drinking you prize,
You’ve liv’d the last fortnight on air,
I can tell by those hollow-sunk eyes.
Then meet me, &c.