I love a little "Jackey" best.
Still it doth Jackey—Tom eclipse,
To press my "Bishop" to my lips;
Yes, 'tis that "Bishop" most I prize,
That lifts my soul up to the skies.
Yet no!—there's one so sweet and good,
That I could die with—that I could!
What tho' "Old Tom" this heart enthrall?
I love a "Cobbler" more than all!
What tho' my "Bishop" spicier be?