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LAMENT OF A BIG BRISTOL BUTCHER.
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I was as raw as butcher's meat,I was as green as cabbage,
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The ugly-looking savage.
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I was as dull as Bristol stone,And as the Severn muddy,
Or I should have had the humbug known,
Of that big bruiser bloody.
3
I was as dull as a chopping-block,As stupid as a jack-ass,
Or I'd not have laid on such a cock
One whiff of my tobaccoes.
4
For budding flower, or leafing tree,I now don't care a splinter;
For Spring is a colder thought to me
Than the bitterest day of Winter.
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Woe, woe unto the market-place!Woe, woe among the cleavers!
For sad is every greasy face
Among Bill Neat's believers.
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I'm rooked of notes both small and great,I'm rooked of every sovereign;
So bloody curses on Bill Neat,
Whatever king may govern!
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