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 The Drover at the Savage may be found,
 * which has mark'd with such scorn;

The Huntsman you know to the Hound he will go,
 * and the cuckold to the sign of the Horn.

The Clergy at the Mitre will dine,
 * the Soldier at the sign of the Gun;

The Butcher you know to the Black-bull will go,
 * and the Friar to the sign of the Nun

The Players at the Shakespear may be found,
 * the Sailor at the Anchor and Cann;

The lawyer ye know to the Devil will go,
 * and the Maid to the sign of the Man.

The Irishman fine on Potatoes will dine;
 * the Welchman on hard toasted Cheese;

The Scotchman you know to his Crowdie will go,
 * and the Englishman to Pudding and Pease.

Thus it is every Man in his station,
 * search East, West, North, and South,

And be who has no Money in's pocket you know,
 * may dine at the sign of the Mouth.

When my money was all spent I'd gain'd in the war,
 * and the world began to frown on my fate,

What matter'd my zeal or my honoured scars,
 * when indifference stood at the gate.

The face that would smile when my purse was well lin'd,
 * shews a diff'rent respect unto me;

But if I can nought but indifference find,
 * I'll hie myself again to the sea.

I thought it not safe to repine at my lot,
 * or to stay with cold looks on the shore,

But I pack'd up the trifling remains I had got,
 * and a trifle, alas, was my store.