When the gloomy gargler has gone to sleep, and the busy buzwigs snore,
As the lovers stalk with a catlike walk on the cataleptic shore!
And gay Lantern Jack and fair Amberanne are happy enough—but har!
There's bold Sparrer Gus with his blunderbuss lies hid by the Capstan Bar!
(He gives the last line with such tragic force that he frightens the Old Ladies out of their wits, and makes the Vicar nearly jump out of his chair. The C. P. then delivers the following verse with frenzied energy and marvellous rapidity. He contorts his countenance, he shakes his fist, he stamps, and he shouts.)
A howl and a yowl, as the rivals close, with a frantic force they fight;
A smash and a crash, and the pebbles fly, as they kick and scream and bite!
A thump and a bump and a blackened eye, a sprain and a broken nose!
A crack and a smack and a fractured leg—a bundle of tattered clothes!
But bold Sparrer Gus, when the red sun rose, was nought but a bruisëd scar,