This 'ere'll fetch a mort o' brass for Mr. Barnum's show!"
I grabs the little jumpin'-jack;
Says I, "It's gettin' late;
We'll shove the beggar in the sack
An' see, at any rate."
'Twas then ole Buckshot an' his crew
Come dashin' at us 'cross the dew;
The varmint bit like mad;
I shook 'im off—'e disappeared; but I was fairly 'ad!
They brought me up at Thornleigh 'Eath;