The watchman rose, rubbing his rusty eyes,
He stirred the pot of cocoa for his mate;
The fireman watched his head of power rise.
'What time?' he asked. 'You haven't long to wait.'
'Now, is it time?' 'Yes. Let her ripple.' Straight
The whistle shrieked its message, 'Up to work!
Up, or be fined a quarter if you shirk.'
Hearing the whistle, Jimmy raised his head,
'The warning call, and me in Sunday clo'es;
I'd better go; I've time. The sun looks red,