As they gathered in Charleston cit-y.
“Ho! ho!” quoth the keeper, “if that’s your way,
My day is not out,” quoth he;
And straight to his master he said his say,
With a semblance of great hones-ty, tee, tee,
With a semblance of great hones-ty.
“A Fowler your manor is poaching upon!”
“Very well, then,” said Samuel, said he:
“Go seize the vile caitiff, Isaiah and John,
And hang him on yonder tree, tree, tree,