On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published ccaafbrh

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With Sunday pippins and old Trots infirm
Attach some other meaning to the term
As thus:
One market morningin my usual rambles
Passing along Whitechapel's ancient shambles
Where meat was hung in many a joint and quarter
I had to halt a whilelike other folks
To let a killing butcher coax
A score of lambs and fatted sheep to slaughter.
A sturdy man he looked to fell an ox
Bull-frontedruddywith a formal streak
Of well-greased hair down either cheek
As if he dee-dashed-dee'd some other flocks
Besides those woolly-headed stubborn blocks
That stood before himin vexatious huddle--
Poor little lambswith bleating wethers grouped
Whilenow and thena thirsty creature stooped
And meekly snuffedbut did not taste the puddle.
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Fierce barked the dogand many a blow was dealt
That loinand chumpand scrag and saddle felt
Yet stillthat fatal step they all declined it--
And shunned the tainted door as if they smelt
Onionsmint-sauceand lemon-juice behind it.
At last there came a pause of brutal force;
The cur was silentfor his jaws were full
Of tangled locks of tarry wool;
The man had whooped and bellowed till dead hoarse
The time was ripe for mild expostulation
And thus it stammered ft [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]