would not that his lot was mine.
A Alderman more pleases me,
He leads a life of jollitee:
He nobly dines, has naught to pay,
And has his health drunk ev'ry day.
And though he has to sham delite
At weary speeches nite by nite,
And to administer the Law
Without no blunders or no flaw,
Still, though I but a Waiter be,