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From Ballads and Songs (London: Cassell and Company, 1896).

 

Dear Jack

  Dear Jack, this white mug that with Guinness I fill,
  And drink to the health of sweet Nan of the Hill,
  Was once Tommy Tosspot's, as jovial a sot
  As e'er drew a spigot, or drain'd a full pot—
  In drinking all round 'twas his joy to surpass,
  And with all merry tipplers he swigg'd off his glass.

  One morning in summer, while seated so snug,
  In the porch of his garden, discussing his jug,
  Stern Death, on a sudden, to Tom did appear,
  And said, "Honest Thomas, come take your last bier."
  We kneaded his clay in the shape of this can,
  From which let us drink to the health of my Nan.

This poem is in the public domain. 

This poem is in the public domain. 

William Makepeace Thackeray

William Makepeace Thackeray, born July 18, 1811, was an English writer best known for his novels, particularly The History of Henry Esmond, Esq. (The Mershon Company Publishers, 1852) and Vanity Fair (Bradbury and Evans, 1848). While in school, Thackeray began writing poems, which he published in a number of magazines, chiefly Fraser and Punch. He died on December 24, 1863.

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