And off they ran smoking, like hot mutton-pies;
Whilst Castle-garth Tailors, like wild Kangaroos,
Came, tail-on-end jumping, to see my Lord ’Size.
The dead-house they reach’d, where his Lordship they found,
Pale, stretch’d on a plank, like themselves out of breath;
The Crowner and Jury were seated around,
Most gravely enquiring the cause of his death.
No haste did they seem in, their task to complete,
Aware that from hurry mistakes often rise;
Or wishful, perhaps, of prolonging the treat