MALA-FIDE TRAVELLERS.
(Unlicensed by the Laureate.)
LATE, late, past ten, so dark the night and chill.
Late, late, eleven, but we can enter still.
Too late, too late, ye cannot enter now!
No thought had we the night was so far spent,
And, hearing this, the Bobby will relent.
Too late, too late, ye cannot enter now!
No beer, though late, and dark, and chill the night.