Regal’d so before,
With liquor so lively, so potent, and clear:
And each deified fellow
Got jovially mellow,
In honour, brave boys, of our Newcastle beer.
Apollo, perceiving his talents refine,
Repents he drank Helicon water so long;
He bow’d, being ask’d by the musical Nine,
And gave the gay board an extempore song:
But ere he began,