Of bobbies, who will take a treat, "well now," said he, "good night,"
But spake that constable, said he, "good night is best for you, ye see,
But it won't answer now for me, I darn't let you go,
It's quietly, and aisily, and dacently, you'll come wid me,
Yer dhrunk, an' yer incapable! I towld the sergeant so."
Fitz-Binks fell plump in mire of doubt, 'twas shocking! thus to realize,
Such treachery, and subterfuge, of ingrate sneak of sin,
But 60 X was bigger in his figure, by a deal of size,
And little Binks, was little, so the bobbie ran him in!
The sergeant,—he who took the charge—was grave, and staid, particular!