old Boozer Smith is supposed to have been dead to the universe
for hours past, but the chorus must have disturbed his torpor;
for, with a suddenness and unexpectedness that makes the next man jump,
there comes a bellow from under the horse rug:

Wot though! -- I wear! -- a rag! -- ged coat!
I'll wear it like a man!

and ceases as suddenly as it commenced. He struggles to bring
his ruined head and bloated face above the surface, glares round;
then, no one questioning his manhood, he sinks back and dies to creation;
and subsequent proceedings are only interrupted by a snore,
as far as he is concerned.

Little Jimmy Nowlett, the bullock-driver, is inspired. "Go on, Jimmy!
Give us a song!"

In the days when we were hard up
For want of wood and wire --

Jimmy always blunders; it should have been "food and fire" --

We used to tie our boots up
With lit -- tle bits -- er wire;

and --

I'm sitting in my lit--tle room,
It measures six by six;
The work-house wall is opposite,