I've just come from Brussels, whence, after some tussles
With conscience, I rushed to my fate.
For by Calais and Dover I safely brought over
A contraband hatful of weeds;
Ah, why did I struggle to juggle and smuggle,
Thus paying the price for my deeds?
They cost each five farthings, and goodness! they are things
You'd not get your worst foe to smoke,
This "Cabbagio Fino" has giv'n me a beano—
But there! I'm too seedy to joke!