Till the brain begins to swim,
Tich, Tich, Tich,
Till their eyes are heavy and dim.
Stream, and minnow, and twitch,
Minnow, and twitch, and stream,
Till over the tattoo they fall asleep,
And see it done in a dream."
"O, men, so callous and blind—
O, men, so bloated and rich—
It isn't Orton you're locking up,