A lamb became a lion fierce,
Whenever he was moved!

Like many of his betters, who
To field with pistols rush,
When Nicky _lather'd_ any one,
He was obliged to _brush_!

Some say Nick was a brainless _block_,
While those who've seen him waving
His bright sharp razor, o'er scap'd chins,
Declare he was a _shaving_!

His next door neighbour, Nelly Jones,
A maid of thirty-eight,
'Twas said regarded Nick with smiles,
But folks will always prate.

'Tis known in summer time that she,
(A maid and only daughter)
To show her love for Razorblade,
Kept Nicky in _hot water_!

For politics Nick always said,
He never cared a fig;
Quoth he:--"If I a Tory were,
I likewise _wear a wig_!"

No poacher he, yet _hairs_ he _wired_,
With skill that made maids prouder;