Your neighbours at night, when they're wantin' to sleep,
Quick! into this noose with each arm,
There! now, with that beautiful knot on your pins,
You cawn't say as how yer to blame,
If I pinch all I can in the regular way,
Of the grabber's contemptible game!"
He opened the safe, and he smashed the bureau,
He looted the drawers, and shelf,
Of the plate, and the clocks, and the watches, and cash,
From the cabinet, quick as an elf.