[p15] The former was drank with huzzas, three-times-three,
Which echo repeated with rapturous glee.
Now mirth and good humour pervaded the throng,
And each was requested to furnish a song,
Which many comply’d with; but such as deny’d,
Some whimsical laughable story supply’d.
The Lion, “Britannia Rule,” sung mighty well:
The Tiger, “in English Roast Beef,” did excel.