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There was a row in Silver Street-it isn't over yet, For half of us are under guard wid punishmints to get; 'Tis all a mericle to me as in the Clink I lie;

There was a row in Silver Street-begod, I wonder why!

But it was "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!" An' it was you!"

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'Belts, belts, belts. an' that's done for

O buckle an' tongue

Was the song that we sung

From Harrison's down to the Park!

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LA NUIT BLANCHE

A much-discerning Public hold
The Singer generally sings
Of personal and private things,
And prints and sells his past for gold.

Whatever I may here disclaim,
The very clever folk I sing to
Will most indubitably cling to
Their pet delusion, just the same.

I had seen, as dawn was breaking
And I staggered to my rest,
Tari Devi softly skaking

From the Cart Road to the crest. I had seen the spurs of Jakko

Heave and quiver, swell and sink. Was it Earthquake or tobacco, Day of Doom or Night of Drink?

In the full, fresh, fragrant morning
I observed a camel crawl,
Laws of gravitation scorning,
On the ceiling and the wall;
Then I watched a fender walking,
And I heard gray leeches sing,
And a red-hot monkey talking
Did not seem the proper thing.

Tara Devi: A mountain near Simla.
Jakko: Another mountain near Simla.

Then a Creature, skinned and crimson,
Ran about the floor and cried,

And they said I had the "jims " on,
And they dosed me with bromide,
And they locked me in my bedroom,-

Me and one wee Blood Red Mouse,Though I said: "To give my head room You had best unroof the house."

But my words were all unheeded,
Though I told the grave M. D.
That the treatment really needed
Was a dip in open sea

That was lapping just below me,
Smooth as silver, white as snow,
And it took three men to throw me
When I found I could not go.

Half the night I watched the Heavens
Fizz like '81 champagne –

Fly to sixes and to sevens,

Wheel and thunder back again; And when all was peace and order Save one planet nailed askew, Much I wept because my warder

Would not let me set it true.

After frenzied hours of waiting,

When the Earth and Skies were dumb,

Pealed an awful voice dictating

An interminable sum,

Jims: Delirium tremens.

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