And spurn’d the one to settle in the two,
How shall he act? Pay at the gallery door,
Two shillings for what cost, when new, but four?
Or till half-price, to save his shilling, wait,
And gain his hat again at half-past eight?
Now, while his fears anticipate a thief,
John Mullins whispers, “Take my handkerchief.”
“Thank you,” cries Pat, “but one won’t make a line.”
“Take mine,” cried Wilson, and cried Stokes, “Take mine.”
A motley cable soon Pat Jennings ties,