. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. ^wmrnw^ DONT YOU SMELL FIRE? Run ! — run for St. Clementss engine! For the Pawnbrokers all in a blaze,And the pledges are frying and singing— Oh! how the poor pawners will craze! 366 dont you smell fire ? Now where can the turncock be drinking ? Was there ever so thirsty an elf ? —But he still may tope on, for Fm thinking That the plugs are as dry as himself. The engines! — I hear them come rumbling; Theres the Phoenix! the Globe! and the Sun!What a row there will be, and a grumbling, When the water dont start for a run!See! there they come racing and
. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. ^wmrnw^ DONT YOU SMELL FIRE? Run ! — run for St. Clementss engine! For the Pawnbrokers all in a blaze,And the pledges are frying and singing— Oh! how the poor pawners will craze! 366 dont you smell fire ? Now where can the turncock be drinking ? Was there ever so thirsty an elf ? —But he still may tope on, for Fm thinking That the plugs are as dry as himself. The engines! — I hear them come rumbling; Theres the Phoenix! the Globe! and the Sun!What a row there will be, and a grumbling, When the water dont start for a run!See! there they come racing and tearing, All the street with loud voices is filld;Oh ! its only the fireman a-swearing At a man theyve run over and killd! How sweetly the sparks fly away now, And twinkle like stars in the sky;Its a wonder the engines dont play now, But I never saw water so shy!Why there isnt enough for a snipe, And the fire it is fiercer, alas!Oh ! instead of the New River pipe, They have gone—that they have—to the gas Only look at the poor
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