Her body—well, SCRAP iron!
She waked and heard the dreadful din,
Ran down, the thing to worst it;
It struck her, knocked its inwards in,
It wheezed and groaned—and burst it!
They slew poor Laddy where he sat
With blunderbuss and bullit;
“’Tis not,” said Ullin, “’cause the brat
Was monkeyin’ with my pullit,
“But comin’ here in this vile car