And put me up to the time of day;—
Fake away!
No dummy-hunter had forks so fly,
No knuckler so deftly could take a cly;
Nix my dolly, &c.
But my nuttiest lady, one fine day,
To the beaks did her gentleman betray,—
Fake away!
Thus was I bowl’d out at last,
And into the Jug for a lag was cast;