He smiled and said, “Sir, does your mother know that you are out?”
Not knowing what to do, I thought I’d hasten back to town,
And beg our own Lord Mayor to catch the Boy who’d done me brown.
His Lordship very kindly said he’d try and find him out,
But he rather thought that there were several vulgar boys about.
He sent for Mr. Withair then, and I described “the swag,”
My Macintosh, my sugar-tongs, my spoons, and carpetbag;
He promised that the New Police should all their powers employ!
But never to this hour have I beheld that vulgar Boy.
Moral: