While I am as lean as a lizard;
Here's at you! you stingy old dog!"
And he whips a long knife in his gizzard.
Rum ti, &c.
All you who attend to my song,
A terrible end of the farce shall see,
If you join the inquisitive throng
That followed poor George to the Marshalsea.
"If Milwood were here, dash my wigs!"
Quoth he, "I would pummel and lam her well!