Benjy gave to boot.
When he met him at the gros’ry Benjy asked
him for the bill,
And when Hiram named the figger, it was
steeper’n Hobson’s hill.
Poor old Benjy hammed and swallered—bill jest
sort of took his breath,
And the crowd that stood a-listenin’ thought
perhaps he’d choke to death.
But it happened that the squire felt like jokin’