And a couple or two or three
went on the street one day
which we knew how to blew
And the beer and whiskey flew
We then went into Swan's,
our stomachs were to pack
And we finished it with speed
Johnny Meckledood turned red,
And played the fiery stew
he soon put out of sight.
with a roar for some more,
That he never felt before
bread and jam, hot or cram,
though he tried his level best.
For everything he brought,
cold or hot, mad he'd not,
It went down him like a shot,
but he still stood the test.
So when he'd drive him lard by the yard,
He thought it would go hard
when the waiter robbed the bill.
Reached out to dig a bore,
but he swore he could lore
and more before he had his fill
Nearly shoved the trough full of broth,
He'll devour the tablecloth
When the waiter brought the charge,
He began to scout and barge,
He began to curse and swear,
called the shopman a liar
and no doubt he did trounce
Meckledoo, he kicked about
Cathedral of Slough, Ruffa's nose,
out the shopkeeper's head
peed the skin off his chin
Then the ruckus did begin
and we all fought and bled
Peeled to the rhyme and I lied for a five
I thus made a drive for us
Paid for all the meat that we ate,
And went home to remanate
On the spray that day you
