We wandered home with weary feet,
We lumbered down the lamp-lit street,
And stopped beneath a public-house.
Outside, in just the usual way,
We heard the grand old cornet play
A carol to the wild carouse.
Like smell of spirits came the blast
Of heated air that streetward passed,
As “Out yer go” were shoved “the blind.”
We watched the reeling roysterers spin