The American Songster, Song

Gently stir and blow the fire, Lay the mutton down to roast, Dress it quickly, I desire. In the dripping put a toast, That I hunger may remove; Mutton is the meat I love.

On the dresser see it lie, O! the charming white and red! Finer meat ne'er met my eye, On the sweetest grass it fed; Let the jack go swiftly round. Let me have it nicely brown'd.

On the table spread the cloth, Let the knives be sharp and clean: Pickles get, and sallad both, Let them each be fresh and green: With small beer, good ale, and wine, O ye gods! how I shall dine!