And he speared and potted each derned cuss
As he chanced to meet.
And quiet folks shut up their doors—
They thought it safer, you see—
All but a man with his wife and child,
That was settin’ down to tea.
Into their parlour rushed Bloomin’ Bob,
To that father and mother’s surprise;
Jobb’d his bowie through one, and took
The tother between the eyes.