And bust up the heathen Chinee.”
“In the days of my youth,” Father William replied,
“I played on the square, you perceive;
But now I have let old integrity slide,
And I keep the best bower in my sleeve.”
“You are old, Father William, and whiskey took neat,
Unsettles the sight I opine;
Yet you wiped out the digger who called you a cheat,
In a way that was powerful fine.”
“Take the lead when you can,” was his father’s response,