I watch like a lynx, as a sentry should do,
With an eye like a hawk, and a smile sweet as syrup;
But when there's a chance for 'a thrust—whirraroo!
My bayonet-point is agog for a stir up!
JOE, the Sentry, you know, like Joe Bagstock, is sly,
Ay, "devilish sly,"—if I may speak profanely.
That swashbuckler H-RC-RT now, swaggering there—why,
The big burly Bobadil's acting insanely.
I do like to draw him. These ramparts are mine,
But because we're old comrades he cheeks me. "Woa, EMMA!"