Of roaring constables and battles dire,
Of geese uneaten, muse, awake the lyre!
Where Campbell’s chimneys overlook the square,
And Newton’s future prospects hang in air;
Where counsellors dispute, and cockers match,
And Caledonian earls in concert scratch,—
A group of heroes occupied the round,
Long in the rolls of infamy renown’d.
Circling the table, all in silence sat,
Now tearing bloody lean, now champing fat;