I took him home to Number three, and called to Mrs. Brown,
And asked her kindly to step round into the Rose and Crown.
She looked at my companion; then she answered rather rough—
“It seems to me as if you’d had already quite enough.
Who is that horrid-looking man? and, when she’d wiped the delf,
Said, “Go unto Jerusalem and fetch your beer yourself!”
I went not to Jerusalem; I went to Mister Head.
I changed a thick’un:—that was Greek for sovereign, he said.
I got the liquor for the man (he did not come along);
I said, “A pint of double X, and please to draw it strong!”