Brought up his little lot,
And Mr. Byles, with wreathèd smiles,
Was deadly on the spot.
And Labby said the bootless pay
Of navies should be stamped on;
"There is no boot!" as strikers say
In Labby's own Northampton.
"Then came a burst of thunder-sound"
That shook the very street,
And lo! Macgregor's form was found