Wi’ bread and cheese for all the day.
I’ll tell you raälly, without consate,
For a hungry pig ’tis a charmin’ bait.
At six you’re locked into your cell,
There until the mornin’ dwell;
There is a bed o’ straw all to lay on,
There’s Hobson’s choice, there’s that or none.
From The Chequers, by James Runciman.
The Twenty Craftsmen.