He stopped, and bending his head, mused for a moment. Then he capered on, with a grin.
“Hi! yah! yah! Golly, I hab it!
“‘Sugar Bob, Sugar Bob, Sugar Bob-ee;
I eat a glass of lager and I run away to sea—
Sugar Bob, Sugar Bob, Sugar Bob-eree,
Zwei glass o’ lager am what suits me.’”
He grinned with delight at his song, and then burst out again:
“Way down on de ole Gum’s island,
Knife and a fork a-stickin’ in de bacon—
Bacon, bacon, bacon plenty.”