I start at the neigh of my steeds!
The foxes that roam o’er the wold
Will soon get to laugh in my phiz;
They are so little used to this cold,
They’re shockingly tame as it is!
Tobacco! what solace divine
Resides in that comforting word!
More precious by far than such wine
As yon beggarly bar can afford!
But the click of a billiard ball