Full bumpers of claret went round it is true,
Some drank for vexation till twice they did spew,
I ne’er in my life saw so merry a crew,
As we were when I was in Limbo.
There was Ralph Jackson, the tanner, he came in by chance,
And did chatter and talk like a parrot;
And likewise Will Bulmer was one of our number,
For he had a mind to drink claret.
Full glasses went round till I could not see,
O then they were all willing I should go free;