The phœnix,” she sighed, “the paragon, the nonpareil of the buttery.
You know it; in that yallow building over by Nonpareil Square.
At that time there was a coach called the “Nonpareil,” running from Devonport to Bristol.
The “Nonpareil” was then taken off, and they started a coach called the “Tally Ho!”
Two nonpareil columns had to be filled, and I was getting along.