The judges shouted, "do not miss"—and dashed their dhreepin' wigs,
"O save the polismen!" they cried, "There's thirteen on a roof outside;"
An' with some knotted sthrips of hide, he mopped them in like pigs,
"Now ships ahoy!"
siz Pat, "We may
Put out to say,
Without delay,
An' while its day,
We'll start away,