Eyes that glare, and throat that growls,
And with vociferations vain
Stuns the poor preacher’s dizzy brain.
Onward his tottering Reverence hitches,
The deck beneath him rolls and pitches,
Till from its shelf an empty keg
Down dancing drives against his leg.
Pensive on a cask of gin
He sat, and stroked his aching shin;
While near him snored in drunken state