Though foes we could thump any,
We are scarcely fit company
For a lady like you!
Ralph. Proud officer, that haughty lip uncurl!
Vain man, suppress that supercilious sneer,
For I have dared to love your matchless girl,
A fact well known to all my messmates here!
Capt.Oh, horror!
Ralph and Jos. {I,} humble, poor, and lowly born,
{He,}