To wander thus for many a year
That Crusher never ceased--
The Men of London dropped a tear,
Their anger was appeased

At length exploring gangs were sent
To find poor FORTH'S remains--
A handsome grant by Parliament
Was voted for their pains.
To seek the poor policeman out
Bold spirits volunteered,
And when they swore they'd solve the doubt,
The Men of London cheered.

And in a yard, dark, dank, and drear,
They found him, on the floor--
It leads from Richmond Buildings--near
The Royalty stage-door.
With brandy cold and brandy hot
They plied him, starved and wet,
And made him sergeant on the spot--
The Men of London's pet!



Ben Allah Achmet;--Or, The Fatal Tum



I once did know a Turkish man