Thy sounds of jolly bravery,’
So he smacked across his knee the bow
And he went to sleep quite savoury.
From Wiseheart’s Merry Songster, Dublin.
A String of Poetic Pearls, Apropos of the
Great Diamond in the Exhibition of 1851.
The Koh-i-noor to the wall has gone,
Neglected now you’ll find it,
With scarcely any one looking on,
But a constable set to mind it.