The Humming-Bird, GLEE

With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other, I drink to my neighbour and friend; My cares in a whiff of tobacco I'll smother, For life I know shortly must end.

While Ceres most kindly refils my brown jug, With good ale, I will make myself mellow: In my old wicker chair I will seat myself snug, Like a jolly and true-hearted fellow.