anacreontic.

by a footman.

it’s wery well to talk in praise

of tea and water-drinking ways,

in proper time and place;

of sober draughts, so clear and cool,

dipp’d out of a transparent pool

reflecting heaven’s face.

of babbling brooks, and purling rills,

and streams as gushes from the hills,

it’s wery well to talk;—

but what becomes of all sich schemes,

with ponds of ice, and running streams,

as doesn’t even walk?

when winter comes with piercing cold,

and all the rivers, new or old,

is frozen far and wide;

and limpid springs is solid stuff,

and crystal pools is hard enough

to skate upon and slide;—

what then are thirsty men to do,

but drink of ale, and porter too,

champagne as makes a fizz;

port, sherry, or the rhenish sort,

and p’rhaps a drop of summut short—

the water-pipes is friz!