. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. The Last Visit. 254. ^=^n]inTMHITmjnr *DONT YOU SMELL FJRBf* Run ! run for St Clementss engine ! For the Pawnbrokers all in a blaze,And the pledges are frying and singeing— Oh ! how the poor pawners will craze !Now where can the turncock be drinking? Was there ever so thirsty nn elf?But he still may tope on, for Im thinking That the plugs are as dry as himself. The engines !—I hear them come rumbling ; Theres the Phoenix ! the Globe ! and the Sun IWhat a row there will l)e, and a grumbling, Whrn the water dont start for a run !See ! there
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. The Last Visit. 254. ^=^n]inTMHITmjnr *DONT YOU SMELL FJRBf* Run ! run for St Clementss engine ! For the Pawnbrokers all in a blaze,And the pledges are frying and singeing— Oh ! how the poor pawners will craze !Now where can the turncock be drinking? Was there ever so thirsty nn elf?But he still may tope on, for Im thinking That the plugs are as dry as himself. The engines !—I hear them come rumbling ; Theres the Phoenix ! the Globe ! and the Sun IWhat a row there will l)e, and a grumbling, Whrn 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 firemen a-swenring At a man theyve run over and killd ! •« DONT YOU SMELL FIRE! 255 in. How sweetly the sparks fly away now, And twinkle like stars in the 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 tiercer, alas !Oh ! instead of the New River pipe, They have gone—that they have—to the ga
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