Though we searched ourselves for a clew;
But we drank to his health, and the last to drink,
Was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There are men that somehow just grip your eyes
And hold them hard like a spell,
And such was he for he looked to me
Like a man who had lived in hell.
With a face most hair, and a glassy stare
Like a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass