As the game of all games—high toby?[235]
The traveller hears him, away! away!
Over the wide wide heath he scurries;
He heeds not the thunderbolt summons to stay,
But ever the faster and faster he hurries.
But what daisy-cutter can match that black tit?
He is caught—he must “stand and deliver;”
Then out with the dummy,[236] and off with the bit,[237]
Oh! the game of high toby for ever!
Chorus.