"There's joy——"
"Ha' you got much more, Harry?" enquired Alvaston mournfully.
"O demme yes, when I get my leg over Pegasus, Bob, 'tis hard to dismount me."
"There's joy in riding of a horse
That bottom hath and pace
But better still I love of course
Bet's witching, handsome face.
Brave boys!
Bet's witching, handsome face!
"E'en as the——"
"Hold a minute, Harry! You're givin' us a treatise on natural hist'ry, sure?"
"How so, Bob?"
"Well, you've sung 'bout a bird, 'n' fish, 'n' beast—why ignore the humble reptile? If you've got any more you might give us a rhyme 'bout vermin——"
"Demme, Bob, so I have! Heark'ee:"
"E'en as the small but gamesome flea
On her white neck might frisk, sirs
Could I be there—then, e'en as he
My life, like him, I'd risk, sirs.
My bully boys, brave bully boys
My life, like him, I'd risk, sirs!"