"And ruin's day has risen;
"Alack a day! that love of wet
"Should drive a man to prison."
Clean'd out, and down upon your luck,
'Tis needless to complain;
And publican and butcher Pluck
Present their bills in vain.
"Now, blow my carcase, things look queer,
"This here's a pretty job;
"Two rare long bills for meat and beer—