Like stag by beagles hunted hard,

Ran till he stopp'd at Vin'gar Yard.

The burning badge his shoulder bore,

The belt and oilskin hat he wore,

The cane he had his men to bang,

Show'd foreman of the British gang.

His name was Higginbottom; now

'Tis meet that I should tell you how

The others came in view:

The Hand-in-Hand the race begun,