Dick and I us tried two valls apiece,
The blind man got his share.
Bevoor the play was o’er half way,
’Tes true upon my word,
There came a set o’ press-gang chaps
Each armed wi’ stick and sword.
Dick Simmins swore a dreadful oath
I didn’t like to hear,
But when King ca’d blind man a fule,
That—darn’t—I couldn’t bear.