My Gladstone bag! my “Tantalus”! my silver warming pan!
My devilled kidneys!—all are gone! and so’s that vulgar man!
I touched the bell for Mrs. Brown, for she was down below;
“Oh! Mrs. Brown! what do you think? ain’t this a pretty go?
That horrid great big vulgar man whom I brought here to-night,
He’s stolen my things and run away!”—Says she, “And serves you right!”
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Next morning I got up and wrote a letter to the Times,
The Morning Post, the Daily News, The Globe, and Church Bell Chimes.
I asked if anybody knew the man who’d used me so,