The speaker tested both his trouser straps
And took his pick. 'He's in the town,' he said.
'He'll be all right, after a bit in bed.'
She trembled down the high embankment's ridge
Glad, though too late; not yet too late, indeed.
For forty yards away, beyond the bridge,
Jimmy still drank, the devil still sowed seed.
'A bit in bed,' she thought, 'is what I need.
I'll go to "Bull and Boar" and rest a bit,
They've got a bench outside they'd let me sit.'