True men, I’ll pawn my word.
Such crowds to Brentford town did hie,
As fill’d the place outright;
While thousands knew not where to lie,
And so—sat up all night.
At length the fatal morning came,
O had it ne’er arriv’d!
For many a wight crawled home quite lame,
Full glad that he surviv’d.
Soon as the rising sun had clear’d