’Till midnight’s hour I tarried;
Mixed in each scene that fashion dubs
“The Cheese”—before I married.
Soon grown familiar with the town,
Through Pleasure’s haze I hurried;
(Don’t feel alarmed—suppress that frown—
Another glass—you’re flurried)
Subscribed to Crockford’s, betted high—
Such specs too oft miscarried;
My purse was full (nay, check that sigh)—