Song. Parody on the Above

Drunk as a dragon sure is he, The youth that dines or sups with thee. And sees and hears thee full of sun, Loudly laugh, and quaintly pun.

'Twas this first made me love my dose, And rais'd such pimples on my nose; For while I fill'd to ev'ry toast, My health was gone, my senses lost.

I found the claret and champaign Inflame my blood, and mad my brain; The toast fell fault'ring from my tongue. I hardly heard the the catch I sung. I felt my gorge with sickness rise; The candles danc'd before my eyes: My sight grew dim, the room turn'd round; I tumbled senseless on the ground.