In a fashion which seemed scornful, and assuredly was light;
And that Clerk—confound his mug, which looked strangely like a pug!—
And the chap for the defence, with his eyes so brisk and bright,
They seemed all upon the grin, or almost, which was a sin,
And I'm sure I heard a Dook whisper in a Judge's ear,
"Don't old Mulberry Nose look funny? I will bet you any money——!—"
Well, I missed the wager's point; but oh, dear! oh dear!! oh dear!!!
Think of betting—in a Court! And I thundered against Sport,
Which meant Gambling, more or less, and red ruin, and disgrace.
From the girls who, though they're loves, wager wickedly—in gloves,