I'll knock his bloody eyes out. See?
Come on, cigars round, rum for mine,
Sing us a smutty song, some swine.'
But though the drinks and songs went round
That thought remained, it was not drowned.
And when I'd rise to get a light
I'd think, 'What's come to me to-night?'
There's always crowds when drinks are standing.
The house doors slammed along the landing,
The rising wind was gusty yet,