Resolved his fibbing[245] not to mind,
Nor yet to pay him back in kind;
So on each other kept they tout,[246]
And sparred a bit, and dodged about.
Ri, tol, lol, &c.
Vith mawleys[247] raised, Tom bent his back,
As if to plant a heavy thwack;
Vile Jem, with neat left-handed stopper,
Straight threatened Tommy with a topper;
’Tis all my eye! no claret flows,