But just kept them out of the way.
A patron he of the race-horse,
And the turf,—what is worse,
Was given to betting, of course.
Rootle tum, tootle tum tay;
So a moral to put if you’re willin,
I’ll make him a sort of a villain.
Rootle tum, tootle tum, &c.
Ha! ha! ha! this Romeo, silly looney,
Has, on old Capulet’s daughter, got quite spooney;