And with the last chair were retiring,
They heard the butcher (that son of a gun)
At the door for his money inquiring.
Sharp and short was the answer he got—
They told him "It gave them much sorrow;
It wasn't convenient to settle just then,
But they'd certainly do so to-morrow."
Slowly and sadly they hurried away
From that snug little house of one storey,
Chucked the key in the water-butt, out of harm's way,