XXIV.
On a cock sparrow fed with Spanish flies,
A swilling Captain came, with liquor mellow,
And still the crowd in hideous uproar cries,[[336]]
“Sing us a bawdy song, thou d——d good fellow”,
Incontinent he sets himself to bellow,
And shouts with all the strength that in him lies;
The Citizets exclaim, “He’s sans pareilly O”;
The Citizens in raptures roll their eyes,
And drink with leathern ears, the fool’s lewd ribaldries.