“Scoot, of you must, dis old cray head,
Put spare dot country’s flag!” she said.
A look of shameness soon came o’er
Der face of Jack, und der tears did pour;
“Who pulls ond a hair of dot pald head,
Dies like a monkey!—skip along,” he said.
All dot day und all dot night,
Undil efery repel vas knocked oud of sight,
Und vay pehind from Frederickdown,
Dot flag stuck fasd to dot olt nighd-gown.