“Each loyal subject fill his glass,And keep the toast in mind, man;Confusion to the whining Whigs,The dregs of all mankind, man.“You loyal subjects—”
“Each loyal subject fill his glass,And keep the toast in mind, man;Confusion to the whining Whigs,The dregs of all mankind, man.“You loyal subjects—”
“Each loyal subject fill his glass,And keep the toast in mind, man;Confusion to the whining Whigs,The dregs of all mankind, man.
“Each loyal subject fill his glass,
And keep the toast in mind, man;
Confusion to the whining Whigs,
The dregs of all mankind, man.
“You loyal subjects—”
“You loyal subjects—”
Roger, for once did not join in the chorus, although he removed his hat, out of respect to the sentiments of the song, as he passed upward to his attic. For his own part, he felt deeply that gibe of the Princess Michelle, and would have been glad to go fighting the very next morning.