Versos English John Stephen Farmer Iii

English poem

Iii

by (1854–1916)

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As we were roaring forth a catch, ('Twas twelve o'clock) we wak'd the watch, I at his jazy made a snatch, And try'd for to nab his rattle! But I miss'd my aim and down I fell, And then he charg'd both me and Nell, And bundled us both to St. Martin's cell Where we sung fal de ral tit, etc.