A brine tub half full of beef, salted,
Madam Fig had trick'd out for a seat, sir,
Where the taylor to sing was exalted,
But the cov'ring crack'd under his feet, sir;
Snip was sous'd in the brine, but, soon rising,
Bawl'd out, while they laugh'd at his grief, sir,
"Is it a matter so monstrous surprising,
To see pickled cabbage with beef, sir?"
Rum ti, &c.