And, pleas’d, he gaz’d about:
His jovial pals were plac’d around,
For fancy feats and milling deeds renown’d,
And for their fistic worth with glory crown’d.
His blooming missus by his side,
Smok’d like a hock of bacon fried,
In glow of health and beauty’s pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair,
None but the fat,
None but the fat,