Wide through his frock-coat's gaping seams
His fancy shirting showed;
He had no gloves, no crutchy cane,
No nosegay a la mode;
And he saw a man, with a tinkling pan,
Crying m-u-lk all down the road!
III.
He felt quite sore, and very lean,
His face was sadly tanned;
His bones stuck out on both his cheeks,