Are goodly gifts for me;
For my own true love a half-gallon pot
Filled to the brim with tea.
For thee a bloater from Yarmouth town
(Fresh, O fresh, is a fish of the sea!);
For me some beef, and, to wash it down,
A pint of porter (ah me! ah me!).
Sherbet and zoedone for thee
(Teetotal drinks have taking names!);
A cup of claret and pink for me