And reconciles man to bad port!
From Snatches of Song, by F. B. Doveton. London.
The Griffin’s Lament.
(As sung by the Fleet Street Selkirk.)
I am Monarch of naught I survey;
E’en my site is a theme for dispute:
Every omnibus horse that I see,
As he passes me, says, “What a brute!”
Talk of dignity? What are its charms,