Your little brother’s gold,
And make a snug pro-vi-sion
Against when we get old.
How very sweet it is—“Oh dear!”
Who hit me in the eye?
“Who kicked me then? Get out you brute!
Ah do—just only try—”
“I’ll tear your clothes clean off your back,
I’ll smash your ugly head;”
It’s done—three cheers for blessed peace!