vaulting high on the end of our poles.
Ah, these are the friends that stand by you, my
boys: they’re truer than all of the host
Of the fair-spoken gang of the thieves of the
town! Crowd up here and drink to my toast!
The girls were sweeter’n honey
Till they gathered in our money,
And the barkeeps they were pleasant just as
long as we could spend.
Now it’s quite another story,