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LAMENT OF A BIG BRISTOL BUTCHER.

1

I was as raw as butcher's meat,
I was as green as cabbage,

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When I sported blunt on Billy Neat,
The ugly-looking savage.

2

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.

5

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!