"You horrid wretch," said my Lord to Rann--
The dashy, splashy, leary little stringer--
"How dare you rob a gentleman?"
Phililoo!
Says Jack, says he, with his knowing phiz, [2]
"I ain't very pertic'lar who it is!
Ran dan row de dow, on we go!"
_Chorus_.--Ran, dan, etc.