So to Tommy he goes and to Tommy he pops:
"Between my horse and thine, prithee, Tommy, what swops?
What will give me to boot? for mines t' better horse still!"
"Nought," says Tommy, "I'll swop even hands, an ye will."
(nobbut, only.)
Abbey preached a long time about something to boot,
Insisting that his was the liveliest brute;
But Tommy stuck fast where he first had begun,
Till Abey shook hands, and said, "Well Tommy, done."
"O! Tommy," said Abey, "I'se sorry for thee,