And now the city bells, in many a peal,
Bursting at once upon the vacant ear,
Bid the glad freemen from their counters steal,
And hail the day to beef and pudding dear.
Nor pass we by the capon and the chine,
Nor heedless, leave the turkey’s praise unsung!
The many-mixtur’d punch, th’ inspiring wine,
Joy of each heart, and theme of every tongue.
The feasting o’er, the ball, the sprightly dance,