Date: 1844
My love and my darling !  — tho' I never was there, An account most exact have I heard of your kitchen ; Brown roast meat the cook would continually bear ; The black boilers were never without a good flitch in, The cock of the beer barrel never ceased flowing, And should there of strangers walk in a whole score No person would ask them, whence coming, where going ?  But place them at table without a word more ; And there they might eat of whatever they pleased, Nor would they in the morning be with a bill teazed.