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:...