Not the chill quidnunc's cold cat-lap,
Nor crude fire-water of the Jingo,
But sound as good old English ale,
Full-bodied, fragrant, mild, and mellow.
To try that tap Punch will not fail,
Nor any other right good fellow.
A bumper of that draught to-day
Is "Welcome as the flowers in May!"
Weave on! And may that "flowery band"
Be surer bond than forged steel fetters.