Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards. Votes: 12
The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these. Votes: 9
I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go. Votes: 7
The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees... Votes: 7
I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That is marvellous. It must be very inexpensive. Votes: 6
Precious to meâit is the Dinner Bell. Oh blessed Bell! Thou bringest beef and beer... Votes: 6
Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And still your merits be unrecked, unsung? Votes: 6
But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake? Votes: 4
Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals. Votes: 4
Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy. Votes: 3
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls. Votes: 3
The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard. Votes: 3
Meaning, however, is no great matter. Votes: 2
I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun. Votes: 0
But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny... Votes: 0