Ven he's sitting in his glory
Half-price at the Vic-tory.
Oh no, ve never mentions her—her name is never heard. Certainly not, by no means. Why should it?'
"'Well, if yer won't stand a pot,' quoth the tall man, 'I will, that's all, and blow temperance. 'A short life and a merry one,' says the tailor—
The ministers talk a great deal about port,
And they makes Cape wine very dear,
But blow their hi's if ever they tries
To deprive a poor cove of his beer.
Here, Sam, run to the Cock and Bottle for a pot of half-and-half to my score.'
"A thin, pale lad jumped up and vanished, while my tormentor turned to me: