Great-coat on back and stock on neck,
His perspiration gets a check;
And while, half-starved, he dreams of beer,
Could civil question catch his ear,
“What cheer, ho! Sentry, quickly tell.”
“In fact, all wrong: in word, All’s well!”
Punch. March 13, 1858.
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MAY WE NE’ER WANT A FRIEND,
NOR A BOTTLE TO GIVE HIM.
Since the first dawn of reason that beam’d on my mind