No poachers nor bailiffs I fear,
Nor e’er shot a man by mistake.
My venison though cheap still is “deer,”
And game of the game-laws I make.
They may talk of residing abroad,
At Boulogne, or Brussels, or Brest,
But of all the cheap places to live,
Uninhabited islands are best.
I’ve no Mrs. Caudle to twit,
But go to sleep just when I choose,