And, smoking a fearful "regalia,"
I sought thine iniquitous den.
My walk, though a little unsteady,
Was dignity tempered with grace;
I playfully asked for the "ready,"
And smiled in thy villainous face.
I brought thee my best Sunday beaver,
And gorgeous habiliments new;
My watch—such a fine English lever!—
I left, unbeliever, with you.