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XI. WITHOUT AND WITHIN.
Martial words to a mournful chant!
But martial words her patrons want
Where the bounce is big if the sense be scant
—Though to her it's nothing at all;
It happens to be some jingo rant
Caught from a music-hall.
But martial words her patrons want
Where the bounce is big if the sense be scant
—Though to her it's nothing at all;
It happens to be some jingo rant
Caught from a music-hall.
A white face hooded in a shawl,
Upon whose faded tartan fall
Prelusive hail-drops round and small
In the blaze of the dram-shop seen:
—A tapster flings her a coin, and a call
For “Jock o' Hazeldean.”
Upon whose faded tartan fall
Prelusive hail-drops round and small
In the blaze of the dram-shop seen:
—A tapster flings her a coin, and a call
For “Jock o' Hazeldean.”
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Within, across a table bend
A drunkard and his drunken friend,
Who with the empty gill-stoup end
Keeps time with noisy beat
To the song the girl he should defend,
His wife, sings in the street.
A drunkard and his drunken friend,
Who with the empty gill-stoup end
Keeps time with noisy beat
To the song the girl he should defend,
His wife, sings in the street.
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