I simply did what his father would,
And helped the weak, as all men should.
Yes, I knocked him down and blacked his eye,
And used him rough I’ll not deny;
But think of it, Judge, a chap like him
Striking the likes of little Tim.
If I did wrong, send me below,
But spare the son of comrade Joe.—
You forgive him; and me? Oh, no!
A fact? God bless you! Come, Tim, let’s go.”