The pulse that beats low with care;
And come like the "Benedictine"
That follows the bill-of-fare.
So pick from the cad, or the coster,
Some patter—slang for choice;
And lend to the rhymes of the Comique
The tones of a stentor voice.
And our feet shall thump tune to the music,
And the bills that I cannot pay
Shall be folded up, like my brolly,