To the traps?[63]—Not I for one!
Let nobs in the fur trade[64] hold their jaw,
And let the jug[65] be free;—
Let Davy’s dust[66] and a well-faked claw[67]
For Fancy coves be the only law,
And a double tongued squib[68] to keep in awe
The chaps that flout at me!
From morn to night we’ll booze a ken[69],
And we’ll pass the bingo[70] round;
At dusk we’ll make our lucky[71], and then,