Arkard they'd look suppose they was tryin' to plough.
When the dancin' was done unto supper we went,
And I feasted away to my full heart's content,
On cake, chicken, lobster, sweets, aught I could find,
The fust time I ever ate all I'd a mind.
'Tis the bein' acknowledged, you see, like that 'ere,
Is what makes me feel proudish this clothin' to wear,
I should say "Dash the buttons!" if that warn't the case,
And consider the quoat but a badge o' disgrace.