He went and came, and came and went,
He was a Do, I wist.
A do, a hum, a cheat I wist,
Gramercy, observe his grin;
He’s taking himself of the city out,
After taking the citizens in.
“Oh, tic, it is a useful thing,
Beloved from pole to pole;
The Insolvent’s Court cuts the matter short,
And calms the troubled soul.”