On Jollity: An Ode, or Song, or Both
There was a jovial butcher,
He liv'd at Northern-fall-gate,
He kept a stall
At Leadenhall,
And got drunk at the Boy at Aldgate.
He ran down Houndsditch reeling,
At Bedlam he was frighted,
He in Moorfields
Be sh — t his heels
And at Hoxton he was wiped.
He liv'd at Northern-fall-gate,
He kept a stall
At Leadenhall,
And got drunk at the Boy at Aldgate.
He ran down Houndsditch reeling,
At Bedlam he was frighted,
He in Moorfields
Be sh — t his heels
And at Hoxton he was wiped.
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