By means of the partridge, the hare, and the pheasant;
And I now ask the reason, of saint and of sinner,
Why it shouldn't be had, now and then, after dinner?
The guests were assembled in uniform dress,
They all meant to get at but not into a mess;—
Dinner's over! they are not mere troops of the line,
So the peach and the pine lend a zest to the wine:
Port, sherry, and claret, are small for a swell,
And there's one of them orders a draught of moselle!
'Tis brought, but, behold! how the terror is vast,