No? Well, to Hell then! I just plain lied;
Framed it his wife wasn’t true.
Killed him? I know it; he up and died;
Took a lead pill or two.
Turn to the ‘B’s’ now, old Doctor Blight,
Lord, how he caught us red,
Square as ye make ’em, but ‘black is white’
Or ‘white is black’ ’tis said;
Least that’s our creed; we painted up
Slip of his boyhood days;