And when you get cotched you get one on the nob,
If you’re out on the spree of a morning.
Three lambkins got lagged and were shut up in quod,
Twenty-six knockers the bobbies they found.
Mr. Woolrych, he said that such conduct was odd,
And he mulct each poor lambkin of twenty-one pound;
For beaks will be beaks, though boys may be boys.
You must grin and must bear, not kick up a noise
At the court when you show in the morning.
A marquess, a colonel, a captain, and I