I'm sure Mister BALFOUR was awfully civil and nice.
Mr. Bill. You won't trust Prince ARTHUR too far, if you'll take my advice.
Miss Sarah. Well, no,—but I should like to pay out—the other. Ah, drat him!
I'd comb his scant wool, the old fox, could I only get at him.
I'd pamphlet the wily old word-spinner.
Mr. Bill. Ah! I've no doubt;
But wot can we do when his flunkey assures us he's out?
Miss Sarah. We're out, anyhow.
Mr. Bill. Ah! you see you ain't never got in.
But me, his old pardner and pal! It's a shame, and a sin!