III

As we were roaring forth a catch,

('Twas twelve o'clock) we wak'd the watch,

I at his jazy made a snatch, [8]

And try'd for to nab his rattle! [9]

But I miss'd my aim and down I fell,

And then he charg'd both me and Nell,

And bundled us both to St. Martin's cell

Where we sung fal de ral tit, etc.

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