The Bohemian’s Farewell.
Farewell to the Strand, and my uppermost story,
Which bore on the door in rude letters my name;
Whose shelter I’ve courted with countenance gory,
When street rows had soiled both my linen and fame!
I’ve warred with the landlord, who conquered me only
When liquor and love had allured me too far,
And the lodger made love to his fair daughter lonely,
While she giggled softly, and murmured “Ask ma!”