And nobly paid a guinea for a meal
(Where soup and fish
And every new-made dish,
Just verged upon the cold;
Or else the very tough, or very old—
Except the tepid salad, which appear’d
Fresh gather’d from the hot-bed where ’twas rear’d),
Can e’er forget, O Toole! thy coat of blue
With dazzling metal buttons spangled o’er—
The yard of broad black ribbon, whereunto