Versos English John Stephen Farmer Iii

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Iii

by (1854–1916)

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Then round at the club we'd another bout, And I fixed him at nap until I had turned his skyrockets inside out, And had managed my own to fill, Of course, I had gone on the half-ounce trick, And we quarrelled, and came to blows; But I fired him out of the Roiy quick, And he fell on his I suppose.