Hence away, loathed Melancholy!
Friends around again we see:
Banish care, and let's be jolly,
Eating muffins, drinking tea.
Round the social board we'll cluster,
(That which names from tea I mean),
And wash down the festive "buster"
With deep draughts of Black and Green.
What care we for Beer-kings' prices?
Or the bitters of the vat?