Your Larry will be dead as mutton:
All for what? ’kase his courage was good!”
The boys they came crowding in fast;
They drew their stools close round about him,
Six glims[277] round his coffin they placed—
He couldn’t be well waked without ’em.
I ax’d if he was fit to die,
Without having duly repented?
Says Larry, “That’s all in my eye,
And all by the clargy invented,