Saturday night (1817)
“ Taught to drink by his dad, from a babe he was spoil'd, Did the same as old Tom did, his father's own child. With his face full of glee, at his father he leer'd, Cock'd his eye with a squint at the blood on his beard; Cries out, dad here's your health, as he took up the can, Full of courage and liquor, my dad is the man. ”
