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TRIOLET OF DEPLORABLE SENTIMENTS
By Theodore Maynard
I wouldn't sell my noble thirst
For half a dozen bags of gold ; I'd like to drink until I burst. I wouldn't sell my noble thirst For lucre filthy and accurst—
Such treasures carCt be bought and sold ! I wouldn't sell my noble thirst
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BALLADE OF THE " CHESHIRE CHEESE " IN
FLEET STREET1
By John Davidson (1837-1909)
I know a home of antique ease
Within the smoky city's pale, A spot wherein the spirit sees
Old London through a thinner veil.
The modern world so stiff and stale, You leave behind you when you please,
For long clay pipes and great old ale And beefsteaks in the " Cheshire Cheese."
1 From " The Book of the Rhymers' Club."
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