Next morn, a Peeler on his round,
A mud-bespattered trav'ller found,
Who grasped the "Guide to Camden Town"
With hand of ice—the page turned down
At "Plumbers."
They brought a parson to his side,
He gently murmured ere he died—
"My house has floated out to sea,
I am not mad—it's not d. t.—
It's Plumbers."