That dismal rushlight kept inside
No good on earth can do.
When I go home to bed
I’m quite afraid to knock,
If I’ve no notion of the hour—
So, Gasman light that clock.
Punch. 1846.
The “Tree of Liberty.”
Frenchman, spare that tree,
That dismal rushlight kept inside
No good on earth can do.
When I go home to bed
I’m quite afraid to knock,
If I’ve no notion of the hour—
So, Gasman light that clock.
Punch. 1846.
The “Tree of Liberty.”
Frenchman, spare that tree,