Hilaria: The Festive Board by Charles Morris - HTML preview

ADDITIONAL STANZAS.

I.

At the play among loungers and doxies you’re cramm’d,

To hear wretched stuff that has just not been damn’d;

Take cold with your back ’gainst an open door box,

Get a crick in the neck, and a c— full of p—x!

II.

Sublime your sensations, arise, when you hear

The codless Italian, with pipe shrill and clear;

But we in the country, whom cocknies call clods,

All glory in raising our pipes with our—c—ds.

III.

At night, half seas over, returning from club,

You run foul of a nightman, and his nose-gay tub;

And a jordan perhaps, on your noddle may split,

So before you get home, you’re bepiss’d or be-s—t!

IV.

In the country to see us would do your hearts good,

Such pieces we push at, of pure flesh and blood;

Take a flyer in town, ’tis a hot butter’d bun,

And you’re certain to pay thro’ your nose for the fun.

V.

At the playhouse or opera when you approach,

How sweet to be stuck in a stinking hack-coach;

And when you alight, still your patience to try,

A strange hand’s in your pocket, a link’s in your eye.