I cannot live a day and know I ain’t to drink no more.
Thou’st tempted me, my pewter full, for habit’s power is strong;
Thou’st tempted me, my pewter full, and I have drunk too long.
Who said that I had given thee up? who said thou wert not sold?
’Tis false, ’tis false; here, guv’nor, come and change us this ’ere gold.
Thus, thus I give my lips a smack, and call for number two;
Who tries to make me sign again shall have enough to do!
George R. Gallaher.
The Bicyclist’s Farewell to his Steed.
My bicycle, my bicycle, that crouchest weakly by,