But you’re forward enough to disturb,—
There!—“Palmam qui meruit ferat!”
You said Master Twigg stole the plums,
When the orchard he never was near at,
I’ll not punish wrong fingers or thumbs,—
There!—“Palmam qui meruit ferat!”
You make Master Taylor your butt,
And this morning his face you threw beer at,
And you struck him—do you like a cut?
There!—“Palmam qui meruit ferat!”