Pain us extremely, delighting our foes;
Worry one too, like a busy, importunate
Fly on one's nose.
Don't know the play of our pugilist system, "Pet,"
Parties abroad who give heed to such chat.
Rival lot out of it; nobody's missed 'em, "Pet,"
(Nobody ever knew what they'd be at).
Now, in position of much "greater freedom," "Pet,"
Fancy they'll badger me into a hole.
One thing is certain, nobody will heed 'em, "Pet,"