When Parson Cautley first kick’d up a rows,
And by an effort, frivolous as weaks,
Back’d by a rural traps, and Smith the beaks,
Sought, and perhaps he deem’d that he was right,
To rush into the ring and stop the fight.
What if the Riot Act was read—Alas!
The Deaf’un couldn’t hear it if it was!
And as far as I’m concern’d it is a facts,
It might have been a sermon or “the Acts;”
But as to swearing, or a hint to drop,