Altho’ you are a Nightingale,
You shan’t play larks with me.
The Poet said he’d seek the law,
No chance away he’d throw;
Says Jenny if you think I’ll come,
You’ll find it is no go!
When a bird-catcher named ‘Lummy’
With independence big,
Pounced down upon the Nightingale,
And with her hopp’d the twig!”