Classic Poem

Toby Swill
Has ne'er his fill,
Tho' he drinks from night to day;
But soon as e'er
The reck'ning's call'd.
Then Toby sneaks away.

Toby laughs,
And puns, and quaffs,
Until a bill is call'd;
That strikes him dumb,
He's then hum-drum,
And all his mirth is pall'd.

Pay but his shot,
'Tis all forgot,
And he again is gay;
He'll stand the rub
Of a whole club,
To drink, and not to pay.