XX—oh lor!"
"Oh stop," the maiden cried, "and lend
Thy beery burden here, my friend—"
Th' unbidden tear regretful rose,
But still his thumb-tip sought his nose;
XX—oh lor!
"Beware the gutter at thy feet!
Beware the Dragons of the street!
Beware lest thirsty Bob you meet!"
This was the ultimate remark;