A lip for thine exquisite ale.
Thy portals have welcomed me ever,
Mine hostess was pleasant and plump,
And her handmaids attentive and clever,
O Magpie and Stump!
Did I rage with the thirst of a Hector
(A thirst that she nimbly foresaw)
For a cup of thy ravishing nectar,
Who drew it as Nancy could draw?
While for grilling a steak that was juicy,