Volume 2

The smoker's garland.

Date:
1889-
Catalogue details

Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: The smoker's garland. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    “ My deeds all know, and wherever I go I’m saluted by every brat: ‘ Yah ! Yah ! ’ they cry : ‘ Wot a wicked old guy ! ’ And they yell—‘ Who killed the Cat ? ’ ” The smoker b^th finish’d his mild cigar: His snores would a beadle thrill. He slumbers sound as a three-years child : The Driveller hath his will. THE LAST QUID. HE seized the quid—’twas hard and dry, The last one in its nook; The beggar’d sailor heaved a sigh— Despair was in his look. “ And have I fought and bled in vain ? Are all my comforts o’er? When shall I see thy like again, Thou last one of my store ? “ High and dry I’ve kept thee here, In hopes of getting aid ; My cruise, alas! is lost, I fear— Oh ! why was ’Baccy made ? I’ve borne all weathers, wind and rain, And patiently I bore— When shall I see thy like again. Thou last one of my store ? ” His gaze was on the muddy ground, And mis’ry in his eye ; Sudden he sprang with eager bound On something glitt’ring nigh :