Within a hole i'th' kitchen wall,
And thought no mortal spy'd.
Arch Toby, seemingly asleep,
Saw what the carles had done ;
And to the place did softly creep,
As soon as they were gone.
He found the tap most excellent,
And fell to't tooth and nail:
He drank till he was nearly spent,
And found his strength to fail.
So he another pitcher got,
And off he took the rest;
And left its likeness in the spot,
Which prov'd the cream o'th' jest.
For Hodge and Roaf had got their cheese,
And went to fetch the ale
But only found a pint o'th' lees
That purl'd from Toby's tail.
Finding but little
left behind :
Old lodge would have his half :
He drank — but pick'd it up we find,
And left it all for loaf.