Edward Farmer, A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps… (1846)
“ No person can, by any possibility, be more acutely alive to the glaring folly of parading my "exalted doggrel" before the public than myself, and I have yet to learn whether I am about most to astonish those who know me, by attempting poetry at all, or those who do not, by the hardihood evinced in publishing it when written. ”
