Occupation: Poet Birth: December 22, 1831 Death: February 17, 1884
Precious to me - it is the Dinner Bell. Oh blessed Bell! Thou bringest beef and beer..
But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?.
Meaning, however, is no great matter..
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls..
I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun..
The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her ap….
Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards..
Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And s….
Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals..
The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard..
The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these..
I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go..
Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy..
But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny..