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Sit down and fall to said the Barmecide	A
Arabian Nights	B
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At seven you just nick it	A
Give card get wine ticket	A
Walk round through the Babel	C
From table to table	C
To find a hard matter	D
Your name in a platter	D
Your wish was to sit by	E
Your friend Mr Whitby	F
But stewards' assistance	G
Has placed you at distance	G
And thanks to arrangers	G
You sit amongst strangers	G
But too late for mending	H
Twelve sticks come attending	H
A stick of a Chairman	I
A little dark spare man	J
With bald shining nob	F
'Mid committee swell mob	F
In short a short figure	D
You thought the Duke bigger	D
Then silence is wanted	A
Non Nobis is chanted	A
Then Chairman reads letter	D
The Duke's a regretter	D
A promise to break it	A
But chair he can't take it	A
Is grieved to be from us	G
But sends friend Sir Thomas	G
And what is far better	D
A cheque in the letter	D
Hear hear and a clatter	D
And there ends the matter	D
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Now soups come and fish in	K
And C brings a dish in	K
Then rages the battle	C
Knives clatter forks rattle	C
Steel forks with black handles	G
Under fifty wax candles	G
Your soup plate is soon full	L
You sip just a spoonful	L
Mr Roe will be grateful	C
To send him a plateful	C
And then comes the waiter	D
Must trouble for tater	D
And then you drink wine off	M
With somebody nine off	M
Bucellas made handy	F
With Cape and bad Brandy	F
Of East India Sherry	F
That's very hot very	F
You help Mr Myrtle	C
Then find your mock turtle	C
Went off while you lingered	A
With waiter light fingered	A
To make up for gammon	I
You order some salmon	I
Which comes to your fauces	G
With boats without sauces	G
You then make a cut on	N
Some lamb big as mutton	I
And ask for some grass too	A
But that you must pass too	A
It served the first twenty	F
But toast there is plenty	F
Then while lamb gets coldish	O
A goose that is oldish	O
At carving not clever	D
You're begged to dissever	D
And when you thus treat it	A
Find no one will eat it	A
So hungry as glutton	I
You turn to your mutton	I
But no sight for laughter	D
The soup it's gone after	D
Mr Green then is very	D
Disposed to take Sherry	D
And then Mr Nappy	P
Will feel very happy	P
And then Mr Conner	D
Requests the same honor	D
Mr Clark when at leisure	D
Will really feel pleasure	D
Then waiter leans over	D
To take off a cover	D
From fowls which all beg of	Q
A wing or a leg of	Q
And while they all peck bone	I
You take to a neck bone	I
But even your hunger	D
Declares for a younger	D
A fresh plate you call for	D
But vainly you bawl for	D
Now taste disapproves it	A
No waiter removes it	A
Still hope newly budding	H
Relies on a pudding	H
But critics each minute	A
Set fancy agin it	A
That's queer Vermicelli	C
I say Vizetelly	C
There's glue in that jelly	C
Tarts bad altogether	D
That crust's made of leather	D
Some custard friend Vesey	C
No batter made easy	C
Some cheese Mr Foster	D
Don't like single Glo'ster	D
Meanwhile to top table	C
Like fox in the fable	C
You see silver dishes	G
With those little fishes	G
The whitebait delicious	G
Borne past you officious	G
And hear rather plainish	O
A sound that's champagnish	O
And glimpse certain bottles	G
Made long in the throttles	G
And sniff very pleasant	A
Grouse partridge and pheasant	A
And see mounds of ices	G
For patrons and vices	G
Pine apple and bunches	G
Of grapes for sweet munches	G
And fruits of all virtue	A
That really desert you	A
You've nuts but not crack ones	G
Half empty and black ones	G
With oranges sallow	C
They can't be called yellow	C
Some pippins well wrinkled	A
And plums almond sprinkled	A
Some rout cakes and so on	I
Then with business to go on	I
Long speeches are stutter'd	A
And toasts are well butter'd	A
While dames in the gallery	D
All dressed in fallallery	D
Look on at the mummery	D
And listen to flummery	D
Hip hip and huzzaing	H
And singing and saying	H
Glees catches orations	G
And lists of donations	G
Hush a song Mr Tinney	D
Mr Benbow one guinea	D
Mr Frederick Manual	C
One guinea and annual	C
Song Jocky and Jenny	D
Mr Markham one guinea	D
Have you all filled your glasses	G
Here's a health to good lasses	G
The subscription still skinny	D
Mr Franklin one guinea	D
Franklin looks like a ninny	D
Mr Boreham one guinea	D
Mr Blogg Mr Finney	D
Mr Tempest one guinea	D
Mr Merrington twenty	D
Rough music in plenty	D
Away toddles Chairman	I
The little dark spare man	I
Not sorry at ending	H
With white sticks attending	H
And some vain Tomnoddy	D
Votes in his own body	D
To fill the void seat up	P
And get on his feet up	P
To say with voice squeaking	H
Unaccustomed to speaking	H
Which sends you off seeking	H
Your hat number thirty	D
No coach very dirty	D
So hungry and fever'd	D
Wet footed spoilt beaver'd	D
Eyes aching in socket	D
Ten pounds out of pocket	D
To Brook Street the Upper	D
You haste home to supper	D

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