Where faiks, and snides, and lawless scamps
Connive and plot with thieves and tramps.
Well, Tim and me, we didn’t know
Just what to do or where to go,
And so we stayed with him last night.
And this is how we had the fight:
They wanted Tim to take a drink,
But he refused, as you may think,
And told them how the flowing bowl
Contained the fire that kills the soul.