But jauntily they strode,
Bill Sikes and Jim the Leary
Along the frosty road.
The night was nice and dusky,
The sky was dark and grey;
And Bill, in accents husky,
Opined they’d fix the lay!
“O gleaming lamps of London! I’d like douse your glim,
What “crackings” lie within you when you are faint and dim!”
The hours passed on and found them