You wish at last, to end the passage,
That you were dead, and in your sassage!"
"Yes! that's a miss from end to end!
But, zounds! you draw so well, my friend,
You've made me shiver, skin and gristle,
As if I heard my master's whistle!
Though how you came to learn the knack—
I thought your Squire was quite a crack!"
"And so he is!—He always hits—
And sometimes hard, and all to bits.