Broad Grins / Comprising, With New Additional Tales in Verse, Those / Formerly Publish'd Under the Title "My Night-Gown and / Slippers."

by George Colman

For coming, in the dark, a-caterwauling;

Whom I (O cursed spite!) did lay so!”

Thus, solemnly, Sir Thomas spake, and sigh’d;—

To whom the Duke of Limbs replied—

“Odrabbit it! Sir Thomas! you don’t say so!”

Then, taking the huge Friar per the hocks,

He whirl’d the ton of blubber three times round,

And swung it on his shoulders, from the ground,

With strength that yields, in any age, to no man’s,—

Tho’ Milo’s ghost should rise, bearing the Ox