Young cock-fighting Ned from the Fell[5]
Peep’d in—his “How dye?” repeated,
And hop’d they were all very well;
He swore he was pleased to see them—
One rose up to make him sit down,
And join in good fellowship wi’ them,
For him they would spend their last crown.
The liquor beginning to warm them,
In friendship the closer they knit,
And tell and hear jokes—and, to charm them,