To have killed him for the curs would have been quite as well,
But 'twas Tommy's opinion he'd die of himsel.
Well! one Abey Muggins, a neighbouring cheat,
Thought to diddle old Tommy would be a great treat;
He'd a horse, too, 'twas worse than old Tommy's, you see,
Fortnight afore that he'd thought proper to dee!
Thinks Abey, th' old codger'll never smoke t' trick,
I'll swop with him my poor dead horse for his quick,
And if Tommy I nobbut can happen to trap,
'Twill be a fine feather in Aberram cap.