And so was the bailiff eke,
In the lock-up house he hath got his man,
A prisoner safe and meek.
* * * * *
The arrestee is at Calais now,
Out of the Bench came he,
Genteelly dres’t, like a buck of the west,
Who the deuce could he be?
At first they saw him every day,
And then a week him missed;