TO A DROSHKY-DRIVER.
(By a Quondam Fare.)
Here's a health to you, Gospodin Ivánoff—
Or whatever your name may chance to be—
Of vodka I'll toss you a full stakán off
(A tumbler, I mean, of eau de vie);
And I'll sing you fortissimo con furore
Your national hymn, in a cheerful key,
('Twill colour with local tone my story,