It was the time of year when cockneys fly From town to country, and from there to town. I am not sure, but think it was July; I would not swear it was, nor bet a crown,...
Good day, and how d'ye do my friends and neighbours? I must have dozed upon my easy chair; I feel refreshed and recommence my labours, And urge my soaring Pegasus through air,...
I take my goosequill for some recreation, I'll have a pleasurable time to-night, A little change without the perturbation Of nitro-glycerine and dynamite:...
There are moments we can look to, we can cherish in the past, As the fleeting days that numbered them are dwindling to their last, Like the roses in the autumn that are severed from their stem,...