English poem
Ii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
The first time I saw the flaming mot, Was at the sign of the Porter Pot, I call'd for some purl, and we had it hot, With gin and bitters too! We threw off our slang at high and low, And we were resolv'd to breed a row For we both got as drunk as David's sow, And then sung fal de ral tit, etc.