Swore he would bring him down a bit.
He sung a mournful ditty
To rouse fat Josh’s pity:
He sung of Gyblett’s, boxer prime!
By law’s relentless rule
Sent to stonejug, and doom’d from thence
To cross the herring pool.
Deserted, in his utmost need,
By all the traps his bounty fed
Deprived of max, depriv’d of shag,