Under many a gas-lamp's flickering light,
Through alley and crooked turning.
In rags and tatters the toper was dressed,
For in poverty drink had bound him.
And he lay like a pig in a gutter at rest,
With little pigs squeaking around him.
We lifted him up, but he fell as one dead,
And we tumbled him into a barrow;
And the idle spectators shouted and said,
"He'll be fined, with a caution, to-morrow!"