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First Line: We found him first as in the dells of may
Last Line: Still as we fled, we heard his idiot screech
Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour
Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons


We found him first as in the dells of May
The dreaming damsel finds the earliest flower;
Thoughtless we wandered in the evening hour;
Aimless and pleased we went our random way:
In the foot-haunted city in the night,
Among the alternate lamps, we went and came
Till, like a humourous thunderbolt, that name,
The hated name of BRASH, assailed our sight.
We saw, we paused, we entered, seeking gin.
His wrath, like a huge breaker on the beach,
Broke instant forth. He on the counter beat
In his infantile fury; and his feet
Danced impotent wrath upon the floor within.
Still as we fled, we heard his idiot screech





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