row-de-dowed

Updated: May 15, 2025

They chatted they jested they laughed they perpetrated a thousand absurdities the fiddles shrieked the drum row-de-dowed the trombones bellowed like so many brazen bulls of Phalaris and the whole scene, growing gradually worse and worse, as the wines gained the ascendancy, became at length a sort of pandemonium in petto.

Edgar Allan Poe - The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 4