And, hip! hip! hurrah! now the Captain's in Surrey.
Then the Captain turned round to the Limb of the Law;
And he chaff'd, and he laugh'd at his craft, Haugh! haugh! haugh!
And says he, "To catch me, sure the Bum must be cunning
For the constable I have a knack of outrunning."
That the Sheriffs in one county cannot arrest
The "bodies" that bide in another's confest;
So that Bailiff no longer that Captain can worry,
For the Bum is in Middlesex—the body's in Surrey.
