He tackled the Sergeant and his deputee,
A Messenger too in the Lobby,
When in came a lot of Constabularee,—
Mister Bradlaugh he collared a Bobby—’obby—’obby;
But was collared too by that Bobby.
They fought and they tussled away down the stairs,
With many a gasp and a guggle,
And poor Daddy Longlegs, who won’t say his prayers,
Lost his collar and tails in the struggle—’uggle—’uggle.
Lost his temper and tails in the struggle.