He watched his opportunity and seized him unaware;
He took a life preserver and he hit him on the head,
And Mrs. Brown dissected him before she went to bed.
And pretty little Alice grew more settled in her mind,
She never more was guilty of a weakness of the kind,
Until at length good Robber Brown bestowed her pretty hand
On the promising young robber, the lieutenant of his band.
Francis C. Burnand, writer of many comedies and burlesques, was a long time editor of Punch and wrote much of his best work for that paper.
One of his most delightful songs, so successfully sung by the Vokes family is: