The sky with clouds became o'ercast,
And it suddenly set to raining,--
And the gas-lights flicker'd in the blast,
As that thing of the lantern and dread-nought past,
And I heard him thus complaining--
"A murrain seize--a pize upon--
Plague take--the New Police!
Why couldn't they do with the ancient one,
As ages and ages before have done,
And let us remain in peace?
"No more, ah! never more, I fear,
Will a perquisite, (woe is me!)
Or profits, or vails, the Charley cheer;
Then, alas! for his tender consort dear,
And his infant progeny!
"Farewell to the freaks of the jovial spark,
Who rejoiced in a gentle riot,--
To the midnight spree, and the morning lark,
There'll never more be any fun after dark,
And people will sleep in quiet.
"No more shall a Tom or a Jerry now
Engaging in fisty battle,
Break many heads and the peace;--for how,
I should like to know, can there be a row,
When there is ne'er a rattle?
"One cry no more on the ear shall grate,
Convivial friends alarming,
Who straightway start and separate,
Blessing themselves that it is so late;--
To break up a party is charming!
"But our ruthless foe wilt be punish'd anon;--
Bundled out without pity or parley,
His office and occupation gone,
Lost, disgraced, despised, undone,
Oh! then he'll remember the Charley.
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