  WHEN London’s wrapped in filthy fogs, When seized are my unmuzzled dogs, When full and fierce the east winds blow, I wish myself in Jericho! When all night long the howling cad Disturbs my sleep and drives me mad, And milk-carts rattle to and fro, I wish myself in Jericho. When snow and slush block up the street, And “slides” send skyward both my feet, And bang upon my back I go, I wish myself in Jericho. When County Council cranks disgust, When schemes that drew my coin go bust, When bigots harass every show, I wish myself in Jericho. When frost gives way to sudden thaw, And all my pipes have got a flaw, And through my house the waters flow, I wish myself in Jericho. When for next Sunday’s Referee I have to do my M. and C. While in dyspepsia’s direst throe, I wish myself in Jericho. |
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