"But I think that you misunderstand me miss,
I am not a marryin' man.
I only thought if you wanted a cab
That I wouldn't be high in my fare,"
And he shuffled the nose-bag round the jaw
Of his patient, hungry mare.
She walked away, nor bade good day,
While he thought of the Probate Court.
"She's a girl, I twig, could give me a dig
Of a barrister's wig for sport.