My boots and trousers, coat and weskit;
They bath-bricked both the nozzles bright
To be mementoes of the night,
And knowing what I should awake with
They flannelled me a quart to slake with,
And sat and shook till half-past two
Expecting Police Inspector Drew.
I woke and drank, and went to meat
In clothes still dirty from the street.
Down in the bar I heard 'em tell