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When a man's half dead with hunger and feeling mortial cross ? 



And Brown he says he felt as though it would have eased his feelings, 



To kick the landlord round the room for his unchristian dealings : 



And why he didn't do it is more than I can tell 'ee, 



But the best of men ain't good for much when he's dined on currant jelly. 



And so as you may fancy when he come home at night, 



His temper wasn't of the best, and nothing wasn't right : 



And now his head's a-splitting, he can't take nothing more 



But strong green tea and brandy, as I've often know'd afore. 



But what I want's to know is this, if nothing was to be had. 



No dinner nor no drink, what make his head so bad ? 



Brown says it is a mystery to him, as 'tis to me, 



But the thing he put it down to, as he fancies, is the tea. 



So I hopes t'will be a warning, and next time he's asked to roam 



With the CotsuUs or the Wallops, he'll take his tea at home. 



But mind you never says a word of what I've here set down, 



Or rU never hear the last of it. 



Yours truly, 



Mary Brown." 



