But, although he could slope when occasion required,
Like a stag to a stream when the forest is fired,
The scoundrel was spotted and nabbed at the door,
By officers Murphy, McMannus and Moore;
And away to the jail, midst a crowd you should see,
Went the thief, the sardines, and the officers three.
The next day came his hearing, and people were there
From all stations in life, on the prisoner to stare:
There were gamblers, street-pavers, stevedores, undertakers,
Ship-chandlers, brick-masons, and umbrella makers,