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344 Two epaulets—one on each arm,
 * And a sword, once of laurels the winner,

Ever ready, in case of alarm,
 * At carving a foe or a dinner.

Bishop Hobart said grace with an air
 * ’Twould have done your heart good to have seen him,

And Lewis so sweetly did swear,
 * You’d have thought that the devil was in him.

And Alderman Brasher began
 * A song, but he could not go through it.

When Johnny R * * * asks me again
 * To a fête—by the Lord, I’ll go to it!

H.