I walked right up to thet theer two,
And caught the dem'd old lump of duff
Jest by the breeches and the scruff.
And chuck'd him off, and with one kick
Sent his stool arter him right slick—
While Cissy scream'd with frighten'd face,
'Spare him! O spare that man of grace!'
"'Spare him!' I cried, and gev a shout,
'What's this yer shine you air about—
What cuss is this that I jest see