Are thought quite meritorious,
And that for boning five-pound notes
These dames are quite note-orious.
Says I, "Dear Miss, such barefaced cheats
Are really past a joke;
So give me my umbrella, ma'am—
And give me, ma'am, my cloak.
"Not that I care—of course, I don't—
For losing so much gold!"—
"Your cloak and your umbrella, Sir!