D——n your fine whip, what's become of the horse?
Chorus. With my, &c.
Now all having pass'd, I'll to Ferrybridge go,[244]
Each event of the day at the club I shall know;
Where bright bumpers of claret enliven the night,
And chase far away hated envy, and spite.
Chorus. With my, &c.
Then forgive me, my friends, if you think me severe,
'Tis but meant as a joke, not intended to sneer;
Come I'll give you a toast, in a bumper of wine,