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And now ns he went bowing down Thus all through merry Islington
His reeking head full low, These gambols he did play,
The bottled twain behind his back Until he came unto the Waah
Were shatter'd at a blow. Of Edmonton bo gay;
Down ran tbe wine into the road. And there bethrew the wash about
Most piteous to be seen, On both Bides of the way,
Which made his horse’s flanks to Just like onto a trundling mop
smoke. Or a wild goose at play.
A9 they had barted been. At Edmonton hi, loviDg ^
But still beseem’d to carry weight, Prom tbe balcony spied
With leathern girdle braced ; Her tender husband, wondering
For all might see the bottle necks much
Still dangling at hia waist. To see how he did ride.