That keep dancing defiance wherever he goes!
"He has kicked thro' a peach, he's jumped over a pine,
He'll murder this merry mess-table of mine;
My senses are scatter'd, my feelings are hurt,
I ne'er saw such a devil come in at dessert!
What, ho! turn him out!" the command wasn't heard,
For the officers answer'd him never a word!
Then he storm'd and he threaten'd, to heighten the sport,
In a manner most martial, to hold a full court;
But the black-bottle devil was not to be done,