8.
‘Shall I want employ—whilst a breed there exists
So sleek, and so tempting to slaughter?
Reach my cleaver and steel,
I’ll not sit at a meal—
Till’—Talley cries ‘Think of the Water.’
9.
‘A soul such as mine, by the Koran I swear,
Such childish impediment scorns, Sir;
I will bait this great Bull,
And his crest I will pull.’
Cries Talley ‘Remember his horns, Sir.’
10.
‘Psha! my mouth ’gins to water, and yearns for the feast,
Such dainty, such delicate picking;
By his horns I will seize him,
Goad, worry, and teaze him:’
Quoth Talley—‘He’s given to kicking.’
11.
‘Let him kick, let him toss, and for mercy implore,
Be mine the proud task to refuse it;
The fates shall obey,
I will have my way;’
Talley mutters, ‘I hope you won’t lose it.’
12.
‘Sound the cleaver and marrow bones,’ Boney exclaims,
‘Strait this herd in my power shall be, Sir;’
‘Should you once reach the shore,’
(Talley said somewhat lower,)
‘You’ll soon be at top of the tree, Sir.’