Oh could I taste again of those delicious luscious things
I could pardon him of robbery of other people’s rings
I exaggerated principle, my duty I mistook
When I handed over to the law my peerless Chinese cook.
What would I give now for one of his superb ragouts,
His entremets, his entrees, his incomparable stews;
Oh, not a taste and piquancy my happy board forsook,
When I came the JP over my lamented Chinee cook.