So you must wake and call me early, Simmons, call me early, Simmons, mind!
Or I'll give you a month's warning if you are at all behind!
For to-morrow'll be, of all the trial, the awfullest jolliest day,
For I think all four will be hanged, Simmons; all four will be hanged, they say!
Truth, October 4, 1877.
THE WELSHER'S LAMENT.
(On the Suppression of Suburban Race Meetings).
May, 1879.
IF yer passin', knock me up, Bill; knock me up, old cock, d'yer yere;