English poem
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by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
The dose now set to gallopading, And stamp'd with all their might and main-- They thump'd the floor so precious hard-in, It split the ancient crib in twain, Some pitch'd in the road, bent double-- Some was smash'd with bricks--done brown-- So the cadgers saved 'The Crown' the trouble Of sending coves to pull it down. Tol, lol lol, etc.
[1: nothing] [2: merrily] [3: walking] [4: lodging-house] [5: sweetheart; wife] [6: penny] [7: dressed] [8: Grisi?] [9: beer] [10: drunk] [11: house]
"DEAR BILL, THIS STONE-JUG" [Notes] [1857]
[From Punch, 31 Jan., p. 49. Being an Epistle from Toby Cracksman, in Newgate, to Bill Sykes].