With spirit buoyant and in flesh increas’d,
He took his seat that happy day the father of the feast.
The list’ning coves admir’d the lofty sound,
Jolly Josh Hudson’s health they shout around,
“The John Bull fighter” all the roofs rebound:
With ravish’d ears
The fat one hears,
Swore it was odd
He went to quod.
And drank their health with cheers.