LUD:
By the mystic regulation
Of our dark Association,
Ere you open conversation
With another kindred soul,
You must eat a sausage-roll! (Producing one.)
ALL:
You must eat a sausage-roll!
LUD:
If, in turn, he eats another,
That's a sign that he's a brother--
Each may fully trust the other.
It is quaint and it is droll,
But it's bilious on the whole.
ALL:
Very bilious on the whole.
LUD:
It's a greasy kind of pasty,
Which, perhaps, a judgement hasty
Might consider rather tasty:
Once (to speak without disguise)
It found favour in our eyes.
ALL:
It found favour in our eyes.
LUD:
But when you've been six months feeding
(As we have) on this exceeding
Bilious food, it's no ill-breeding
If at these repulsive pies
Our offended gorges rise!
ALL:
Our offended gorges rise
