The deuce's own delight



Ballad: Phrenology



"Come, collar this bad man--
Around the throat he knotted me
Till I to choke began--
In point of fact, garotted me!"

So spake SIR HERBERT WRITE
To JAMES, Policeman Thirty-two--
All ruffled with his fight
SIR HERBERT was, and dirty too.

Policeman nothing said
(Though he had much to say on it),
But from the bad man's head
He took the cap that lay on it.

"No, great SIR HERBERT WHITE--
Impossible to take him up.
This man is honest quite--
Wherever did you rake him up?

"For Burglars, Thieves, and Co.,
Indeed, I'm no apologist,