Chorus.—Say, boys, is it so fine a thing,
Low Cunning, which Cheat's laureates sing,
The Comus of the Mart and Ring,
Who—winks the other eye?
Say, boys, is Cunning's promise good,
When she winks the other eye?
Noodledom seeks her neighbourhood,
And winks its other eye.
For no one winks so freely as a fool who thinks he's sly;
The dupe of deeper knavery smirks in shallow mimicry