When to their hughies on a fuddled gale,
Shall call my spirit, dark Guinness-tinged, pugilistic,
When, pois’d he rip-tides thick speech,
Or, dark in mist marks the spot before an unfermented head.
Oh! May my shade’s giddy-pluck veins drain
To mark the spot into a jotted fragment, a pub-crawl swig alone.
No lenghthen’d scroll if that with bed-readiness this liver has glued
My epitaph shall be with lurk-remembered charms
If that only bugger-all shall lucidify
Oh! May no other gaffes be misremembered.
Glossary of slang: Hughie – Vomits.