Nay, turn not away your proud head;
You’ll like it, I know, when you try.
If moisture the Herring betray,
Drain, till from moisture ’tis free;
Warm it through in the usual way,
Then serve it for you and for me.
A piece of cold butter prepare,
To rub it when ready it lies;
Egg sauce and potatoes don’t spare,
And the flavour will cause you surprise.