"More luck for you, and Squire to boot!
We miss as often as we shoot!"
"Indeed!—No wonder you're unhappy!
I thought you looking rather snappy;
But fancied, when I saw you jogging,
You'd had an overdose of flogging;
Or p'rhaps the gun its range had tried
While you were ranging rather wide."
"Me! running—running wide—and hit!
Me shot! what, pepper'd?—Deuce a bit!