RICHARD look'd on with wond'rous glee,
And prais'd the Lad who ehanc'd to win;
‘ KATE, wa n't I such a one as he?
‘ As like him, ay, as pin to pin?
‘ Full Fifty years are pass'd away
‘ Since I rode this same ground about:
‘ Lord! I was lively as the day!
‘ I won the High-lows out and out!
‘ I'm surely growing young again:
‘ I feel myself so kedge and plump.
‘ From head to foot I've not one pain;
‘ Nay, hang me if I cou'd‘ nt jump.’
Thus spoke the ALE in RICHARD'S pate,
A very little made him mellow;
But still he lov'd his faithful KATE,
Who whisper'd thus,‘ My good old fellow,