Thalia, tell, in sober lays,
How George, Nim, Dan, Dean,[1] pass their days;
And, should our Gaulstown’s wit grow fallow,
Yet Neget quis carmina Gallo?
Here (by the way) by Gallus mean I
Not Sheridan, but friend Delany. 
Begin, my Muse!  First from our bowers
We sally forth at different hours;
At seven the Dean, in night-gown drest,
Goes round the house to wake the rest;
At nine, grave Nim and George facetious,
Go to the Dean, to read Lucretius;[2]
At ten my lady comes and hectors
And kisses George, and ends our lectures;
And when she has him by the neck fast,
Hauls him, and scolds us, down to breakfast. 
We squander there an hour or more,
And then all hands, boys, to the oar;
All, heteroclite Dan except,
Who never time nor order kept,
But by peculiar whimseys drawn,
Peeps in the ponds to look for spawn: 
O’ersees the work, or Dragon rows,
Or mars a text, or mends his hose;
Or—­but proceed we in our journal—­
At two, or after, we return all: 
From the four elements assembling,
Warn’d by the bell, all folks come trembling,
From airy garrets some descend,
Some from the lake’s remotest end;
My lord and Dean the fire forsake,
Dan leaves the earthy spade and rake;
The loiterers quake, no corner hides them
And Lady Betty soundly chides them. 
Now water brought, and dinner done;
With “Church and King” the ladies gone. 
Not reckoning half an hour we pass
In talking o’er a moderate glass. 
Dan, growing drowsy, like a thief
Steals off to doze away his beef;
And this must pass for reading Hammond—­
While George and Dean go to backgammon. 
George, Nim, and Dean, set out at four,
And then, again, boys, to the oar. 
But when the sun goes to the deep,
(Not to disturb him in his sleep,
Or make a rumbling o’er his head,
His candle out, and he a-bed,)
We watch his motions to a minute,
And leave the flood when he goes in it. 
Now stinted in the shortening day,
We go to prayers and then to play,
Till supper comes; and after that
We sit an hour to drink and chat. 
’Tis late—­the old and younger pairs,
By Adam[3] lighted, walk up stairs. 
The weary Dean goes to his chamber;
And Nim and Dan to garret clamber,
So when the circle we have run,
The curtain falls and all is done. 
  I might have mention’d several facts,
Like episodes between the acts;
And tell who loses and who wins,
Who gets a cold, who breaks his shins;
How Dan caught nothing in his net,
And how the boat was overset. 
For brevity I have retrench’d
How in the lake the Dean was drench’d: 
It would be an exploit to brag on,
How valiant George rode o’er the Dragon;
How steady in the storm he sat,
And saved his oar, but lost his hat: 
How Nim (no hunter e’er could match him)
Still brings us hares, when he can catch ’em;