He comes and he catches me hold by the hand,
"Come along," a sez, "John;" up the room then we stumps,
Which occasioned some noise, as I didn't wear pumps.
To a Lord and a Lady of rank and degree,
'Mongst a whole kit of other fine folks he led me,
And he says to 'em, s'ee, "I the honour ha' got
O 'troducin' my friend to yer, Measter John Trott.
"He's a noble, is John, though he isn't a Peer,—
I wun't say as how he's the noblest that's here;
But an honest man John is, and all on you know,