Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/A Landlord's Card
A Landlord's Card.
Robert Death, at the Falcon, near Sewell's Folly, Battersea Rise, on the Kingston Road, dealer in spirituous liquors, wholesale and retail.
Oh! stop not here ye sottish wights,
For purl, nor ale, nor gin,
For if you stop, whoe'er alight
By Death is taken in.
For purl, nor ale, nor gin,
For if you stop, whoe'er alight
By Death is taken in.
Where having eat and drank your fill,
Should ye (oh! hapless case)
Neglect to pay your landlord's bill,
Death stares you in the face!
Should ye (oh! hapless case)
Neglect to pay your landlord's bill,
Death stares you in the face!
With grief sincere I pity those
Who've drawn themselves this scrape in;
Since from his gripe, and dreadful woes,
Alas! there's no escaping!
Who've drawn themselves this scrape in;
Since from his gripe, and dreadful woes,
Alas! there's no escaping!
This one advice, my friends, pursue,
Whilst yet ye've life and breath,
Ne'er pledge your host; for if you do,
You'll surely drink to Death!
Whilst yet ye've life and breath,
Ne'er pledge your host; for if you do,
You'll surely drink to Death!