He holds him with his gouty hand,
“There is the Thames,” quoth he;
“Bother the Thames,” the other cried;
“Jump in, and let me be.”
He holds him by the glittering guard,
The Stunning Swell stood still,
And listens in most sulky style;
The Alderman hath his will.
The Stunning Swell against a lamp
Leant, as if bored to death.