And your eyes you wink at the bright blue
chink, as looking up you stand,
If a man should pop in that trap at the top, he'd
never rest arm or leg,
Till neck and crop to the bottom he'd drop—
and smash on the stones like an egg!
'Come back, you cuss! come back to us! and
let the critter be!'
I screamed out loud, while the men in a crowd
stood grinning at them and me....