Just like the lion in alarms

Just like the lion in alarms
Roused from beneath the english arms
This trumpet sounding prince o' Thumbs
Roars ‘Ceberus’ & out he comes
With all the fuss & all the roar
That twaddles breed hath done before
While all his friends poor gaping flats
In sable coats & shovel hats
Began to clap & share the fun
As butchers oer their dogs have done
But ah alack & well a day
That such a thing for such a fray
Should eer be brought to make a match
& led in triumph to the scratch
To face game Sleafords honest John
That laid so hard & heavy on
Poor ‘Ceberus’ back that he
Who roared at first so lustily
A challange now from one blow cries
‘Enough’ & from the battle flies
Nor turns again—alas for H—t—p
Friends shout in vain ‘Do all you can T—p
New nib your pen for one turn more
You'll fright him if you can but roar’
Yet like a mouse from pussey freed
Such noises but increased his speed
His friends at home rubbed down their shins
& stroaked cares wrinkles from their chins
While shovel hats were pulled adown
Oer many a nose to hide the frown
Dear heart said one of these anointed
I own Im somthing dissapointed
Our lion roared at first od' rot him
As well as eer did weaver Bottom
& sure enough I thought he'd play
The devil with them in the fray
Nay never so said neighbour Sly
& Reverend Sir Ill tell you why
Your Ceberus roaring dog was beat
As soon as eer he had a meet
For plain J—n B—f—d like a shark
Thrust home beyond his power to bark
& then twas seen through all his spite
The puppy had no teeth to bite
So H—t—p ‘woe is in thy rooms’
Thy guests look blue & bite their thumbs
& By—l—ms pr—t in silence deep
Twixt news & sermon falls asleep
All find alas with heavy heart
That he who roared a lions part
Had not the wit tho cloathed in sattin
‘To play the part to tear a cat in’
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