Then first he took his shako, and tossed it to the roof,
Then to each nervous grannie, "Here take the bloomin' loof."
"Come, wots yer shout for liquor? It's dooced well!" cried he,
"I'm buckled to a blackimoor, I met beyond the sea,
"You've taken a load from off of me! my mind is now at par,
She wouldn't have left a ribbon on the Girl of Castlebar!"
