I would not quarrel for a kiss,
But Carr, keep back your hand.
Then Swinburn clapp’d his hands and laugh’d,
And jeeringly did say,
Stick to ’em Carr, and bear ’em off,
For me I’ll drink away.
Drinking’s the sport that I like best,
So push the glasses round;
Kiss you the ladies and I’ll drink,
These gallants to the ground.