At my fat contracts squintin’,
An’ wither’d be the nose thet pokes
Inter the Gov’ment printin’!
I du believe that I should give
Wut’s his’n unto Cæsar,
For it’s by him I move an’ live,
Frum him my bread an’ cheese air;
I du believe thet all o’ me
Doth bear his souperscription—
Will, conscience, honour, honesty,