I hear him complain,
My waistcoat unbutton,
I’ll eat once again.
Punch, May 1864.
The Moan of the “Native.”
“Of all the inanimate objects which are inimical to the oyster, there is nothing so fatal as sand.”
Land and Water, Oct. 23, 1880.
’Tis the voice of the oyster I hear him complain;
“I can’t live in this place, here’s the sandstorm again.