Sometimes good-luck has given a lift,
And sometimes, I've been turn'd adrift;
But should I live to Judgement-day,
No, I will never fail to say,
That I ne'er so much comfort knew,
As since this house was rul'd by you.
—Now, when you get an upper place,
Which soon, I'm sure, must be the case,
If then your favour will contrive,
I should my Lord or Lady drive,