He ambushed on the landing, for fear of unawares.
He stole into the strong-room, and stealing out his key,
He stole it to the keyhole, and opened cautiously.
He looted off that evening as much as he could hold,
'Twas close on half a million, and all in solid gold.
'Twas on that self-same evening the chairman thought 'twas right,
To work his own manœuvre, 'twas such a roughish night.
Three overcoats were on him, with pockets every side,
Ten carpet bags he carried, and all were deep and wide.