And the clatter and crash goes on,
And Mary picks up the slain;
But oh! for that teacup of rarest Sèvres,
And that vase of porcelain!
Break, break, break,
In thy pantry, Mary G——!
But that costly vase and that teacup rare
Will never come back to me!
Here is another in a similar vein, from Punch's Almanack for 1884:—
BREAK, break, break,