I vollowed he thro’ thick and thin,
Tho’ bless’y I culdn’t see’n;
The gurt French chap was on to he
Wi’ sword both long and keen.
I rinn’d up to the Master’s help,
I niver rinn’d no vaster,
I zed unto the gurt French chap,
“Now don’t ee hurt the Master!”
Then “Wee, wee, wee, parlez vous Frenchee!”
He zed—I reck’n he cuss’d—