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Charles Stuart Calverley (/ˈkɑːvərlɪ/; 22 December 1831 – 17 February 1884) was an English poet and wit. He was the literary father of what has been called "the university school of humour".

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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.

Deem, Lows, Old, Remember, Song

The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

Beer, Grief, Heart, Remedy, Unfailing

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

Beat, Knives, Mad, Plunge, Wife

I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

Alone, Darkly, Dream, Dreaming, Dun, Sit

Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals.

Beer, Difficult, Life, Please, Skittles

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

Awake, Berries, Berry, Coffee, Used

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

Matter, Meaning

But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny.

Disaster, Disasters, Life, Might, Use

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.

Ballad, Daughter, Hair, Like, Lines, Say

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.

Butter, Cheese, Doors, Eggs, Wife

Precious to me - it is the Dinner Bell. Oh blessed Bell! Thou bringest beef and beer.

Beef, Beer, Blessed, Dinner, Precious, Thou

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.

Dreary, Facts, Home, Novel, Read, Soul

Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy.

Boots, Brandy, Cat, Coal, Milk, Pitched

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?

Beer, Centuries, Months, Names, Tongue, Years

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