He'll always hit,—as that's your wish—
His pepper never lacks a dish!"
"Come, come, you banter,—let's be serious;
I'm sure that I am half delirious,
Your picture set me so a-sighing—
But does he shot so well—shoot flying?"
"Shoot flying? Yes—and running, walking—
I've seen him shoot two farmers talking—
He'll hit the game, whene'er he can,
But failing that he'll hit a man,—