Mrs. Biggs, of Brunswick Square,
Though I had work upon my hands,
I grew alarmed: oppressed with care,
I sought repose on Ramsgate sands.
Returned at last, I chanced to cast
A glance into my chiffonier.
Oh, Mrs. B., your dodge I see!—
While I've been gone you've drunk my beer!
Mrs. Biggs, of Brunswick Square,
You put strange memories in my head,—