50 Dick Simpson, Huntsfnau. 



Last night I was late, and a leetle bit merry — 



I've just cut my chin — " botheration ! " the sherry. 



Took a cup of hot coffee, ate a rasher of bacon. 



And feel fresh as paint, tho' I'd been rather shaken. 



*' Now Tom, bring my boots, and have the mare ready, 



I'll take plenty of time, and drive her up steady. 



Buckle my spurs on — pull them up tight, 



I'll smoke a cigar — quick, bring me a light ! " 



In my " Buggy " I settle — turn her head towards '' Lunnun," 



I've just forty minutes, but " Topsy's " a " rum "un." 



Eight miles to the station, thro' Shepherd's Bush Gate — 



At the Notting Hill Pike, I fancy I'm late. 



'' Come, go along Topsy — Tom, look out for the time — " 



In the New Road I am pounded— -I can't make it rhyme. 



I send her along — " Ya, ha, ha, hoo — come give us some 



room," 

 I see it's all right, there goes Anderson's " Broom." 

 I gave Topsy a pull — ^the roads were so greasy — 

 The station ! eight minutes to spare, she's done it quite easy. 

 Now I'm all right for time, I don't care a mag, 

 Take her home quiet, and just hand me my bag. 

 The platform looks gay, with a few men in pink. 

 The Berkhampstead smash don't make them shrink. 

 Some men there are here, who, by Providence spared, 

 How nearly the fate of poor Blavey they shared ! 

 By the rail, for six months, a " tenner's " the wack. 

 But " Topsy " give me for a safe " cover hack." 

 Her description I'll give, and I'm sure you won't fail 

 To take " Topsy '' /o?- choice when matched with the rail. 

 Her colour is chesnut, her height fourteen '' han, ' 

 With a head like a deer, and a neck like a swan, 

 Her girth is so deep, and her shoulders so strong. 

 Her hips they stand high, and her haunches are long; 

 Her legs are like iron, and feet that won't fail, 

 She is just six year old — with grey hair in her tail. 



