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!" '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! LA NUIT BLANCHE A much-discerning Public hold Whatever I may here disclaim, I had seen, as dawn was breaking 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 Tara Devi: A mountain near Simla. Then a Creature, skinned and crimson, And they said I had the "jims " on, 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, That was lapping just below me, Half the night I watched the Heavens 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. |