Butchering

Whoe'er has gone thro' London street,
Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat,
And how he read more

Whoe'er has gone thro' London street,
Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat,
And how he keeps
Gloating upon a sheep's
Or bullock's personals, as if his own;
How he admires his halves
And quarters--and his calves,
As if in truth upon his own legs grown.

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
But read more

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?

Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier. So they sell
bullocks.

Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier. So they sell
bullocks.

The butcher in his killing clothes.

The butcher in his killing clothes.