And they’ll turn round to you and they’ll say,
“My friends, we would give you the acres and cow,
But, alas! we’ve not got them—at least, not just now.
But we’ve told-you-a-lie-or-two, told-you-a-lie-or-two—
Live by the sweat of your brow!”
The Sporting Times. 1886.
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Ode to a London Fog.
Roll on, thick haze, roll on!
Through each familiar way