Let me love thee, darling, do!’
‘Vat is dish?’ the bailiff mutter’d,
Rushing in with fury wild;
‘Ish your muffins so vell butter’d
Dat you darsh insult ma shild?’
‘Honorable my intentions,
Good Abednego, I swear!
And I have some small pretensions,
For I am a Baron’s heir.
If you’ll only clear my credit,