Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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DRUNKEN DIRECTORY. |
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DRUNKEN DIRECTORY.
In Featherbed-lane I arose,
Went to Milk-street my breakfast to find,
To Pudding-lane next then I goes,
Between that and Pye-corner I din'd;
Being thirsty, I wander'd again,
A place proper for drinking to meet,
I didn't much like Water-lane,
So got tipsy in Liquor-pond-street.
Went to Milk-street my breakfast to find,
To Pudding-lane next then I goes,
Between that and Pye-corner I din'd;
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A place proper for drinking to meet,
I didn't much like Water-lane,
So got tipsy in Liquor-pond-street.
But not having here drank my fill,
In Sun-street I finish'd the game,
Till my head it was all Addle-hill,
And down Gutter-lane sprawling I came;
Leg-alley to master I try'd,
But found 'twas all Labour in vain;
For I stagger'd so from side to side,
I thought ev'ry place Crooked-lane.
In Sun-street I finish'd the game,
Till my head it was all Addle-hill,
And down Gutter-lane sprawling I came;
Leg-alley to master I try'd,
But found 'twas all Labour in vain;
For I stagger'd so from side to side,
I thought ev'ry place Crooked-lane.
At the Brewers I got a fresh pot,
At the Tumbledown Dick had a fall;
At the Green Man and Still spirits got,
But stuck fast in the Hole in the Wall:
At the Shoulder of Mutton and Cat,
Grown hungry, I eat like a glutton,
For your cat, says I, you may take that,
(Snapping his fingers.
At the Tumbledown Dick had a fall;
At the Green Man and Still spirits got,
But stuck fast in the Hole in the Wall:
At the Shoulder of Mutton and Cat,
Grown hungry, I eat like a glutton,
For your cat, says I, you may take that,
Only give me the shoulder of mutton.
Now wanting a good parting cup,
A dollar I spent at the Crown,
And being completely knock'd up,
By the Hammer and Hand was knock'd down:
In the watch-house I got, don't know how,
Then being, as quickly I found,
As tipsy as Davy's old sow,
I look'd like the hog in the pound.
A dollar I spent at the Crown,
And being completely knock'd up,
By the Hammer and Hand was knock'd down:
In the watch-house I got, don't know how,
Then being, as quickly I found,
As tipsy as Davy's old sow,
I look'd like the hog in the pound.
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