An Honest Injun

Another one for the lost and found column:

An Honest Injun

Down at Freeman's Quay, and
with an empty jar of corn-juice
and an empty portemonnaie
there sleeps an honest injun
newly come from Liquorpond Way;
come down to light his funker,
and get his back-teeth well afloat;
for the crack-jaw verses
of a patterer, had left his heart
and his head dead broke; and so
he took up his bow and arrows
and went to meet old Mistress Gin; for
an injun beaten by a clack-box
a noggin and a bed is no sin.
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gw2010