Streets
Church Street wears ever a smile, from having watched bright belles
Coming home with young men, after balls, “at all hours.”
Its villas don’t mind; they say, “Go it, young swells,
We’ve been young, too!” But Ebenezer Street glowers.
Chapel deacons live here, with side whiskers and pompous wives,
Who play hymns on Sundays, and deeply deplore sinful acts.
They’re convinced that their neighbours lead scandalous private lives;
—That you and I ought to be shot, “if one knew all the facts.”