And said “for information I would give a quid pro quo.”
I told the Margate bobbies all the trick I had been played;
And all of them distinctly winked and promised me their aid;
And when I go to them and ask, they’ve always “got a plan”—
But never to this day have got that great big vulgar man.
The Globe. January 1, 1887.
The Little Bulgar Boy.
(A woful ballad of the Balkans.)
Sorrowful Suzerain loquitur:—