'My game; the shroud is ready, Jimmy--come.'
Meanwhile, the mother, waiting for her child,
Had tottered out a dozen times to search.
'Jimmy,' she said, 'you'll drive your mother wild;
Your father's name's too good a name to smirch,
Come home, my dear, she'll leave you in the lurch;
He was so good, my little Jim, so clever;
He never stop a night away, not ever.
He never slept a night away till now,
Never, not once, in all the time he's been.