“She’s a rattling girl! you bet I’m gone!
No doubt my last wife’s ma will kick
And my heirs cut up the very nick;
And though I’ve known her a short short spell,
You bet I’ll have her in spite of”—well
No matter his word it was short and stout
And the name of a place that’s now played out
According to Bucher. Alack for all
The maid and judge ne’er wedded at all;
For he passed in his checks from too much gin