And still declaring they were very dry!
Women with pattens found to clog the way,
Young thieves aspiring to the golden fleece,
'Mid torrents fair, that soaked, with equal play,
A new policeman, or a new pelisse.
Tea-totallers, with spirits under proof,
And lots of water for them overhead,
There was, because men would not stand aloof,
A general jam, but one that wouldn't spread!
Matters grew pressing, and, without regard