But such a queer procession,
Of seedy brims and kids,
Is far beyond expression.
The christ'ning being o'er,
They back again soon pik't it, [10]
To have a dish of lap, [11]
Prepar'd for those who lik't it.

VI

Bung all come back once more
They slobber'd little Joey; [12]
Then, with some civil jaw, [13]
Part squatted, to drink bohea,
And part swig'd barley swipes, [14]
As short-cut they were smoaking, [15]
While some their patter flash'd [16]
In gallows fun and joking. [17]

VII

For supper, Joey stood,
To treat these curious cronies;
A bullock's melt, hog's maw
Sheep's heads, and stale polonies:
And then they swill'd gin-hot,
Until blind drunk as Chloe,
At twelve, all bundled from
The christ'ning of young Joey.