At this moment the scenes stuck fast in the grooves—the halves of a house with an interstice of a yard or so between—when a lecturing mechanic bawled out from his sixpenny elysium,
“Ve don't expect no good grammar here, Muster Thingumbob, but, hang it! you might close the scenes!”
Mr. Bigstick being politely requested (“Strike up, Snow-drop! Go it, Day and Martin!”) to “Jump Jim Crow” in triplicate, came forward, curvetting and salaaming with profound respect, and treated his audience with this variorum version of their old favourite.
Here's jumping Jim, his coat and skim-
-mer very well you know;
If you've a crow to pluck with him,
He's pluck'd you first! I trow—
Where'er he goes he gaily crows,
A Blackey and a Beau!
Reels about and wheels about,