Beholding the sleeper,
He open'd each peeper
To about the size of the crown of your hat;
"Oh, oh!" says he,
"Is it clear I see
Hallo! ye young spalpeen, come out o' that."
So he took him up
As ye mote a pup,
Or an impudent varlet about to "pop" him:
"Wake up, ye young baste;
What's this round your waist?
Och! murder! "—I wonder he did n't drop him.
He might, to be sure, have exclaimed "Oh, Law!"
But then he preferred his own patois;
And "Murder!" though coarse, was expressive, no doubt,
Inasmuch as the murder was certainly out.
He had pounced upon Jack,
In his cosy bivouack,
And so he made off with him over his back.