[11: great shindy]
[12: Notes]
[13: fighting]




"THE NIGHT BEFORE LARRY WAS STRETCHED" [Notes]
[c; 1816]


I

The night before Larry was stretch'd,
The boys they all paid him a visit;
A bit in their sacks, too, they fetch'd--
They sweated their duds till they riz it; [1]
For Larry was always the lad,
When a friend was condemn'd to the squeezer, [2]
But he'd pawn, all the togs that he had, [3]
Just to help the poor boy to a sneezer, [4]
And moisten his gob 'fore he died.

II

''Pon my conscience, dear Larry', says I,
'I'm sorry to see you in trouble,
And your life's cheerful noggin run dry,
And yourself going off like its bubble!'
'Hould your tongue in that matter,' says he;