mawleys_[102] raised, Tom bent his back,
As if to _plant_ a heavy thwack:
Vile Jem, with neat left-handed _stopper_,
Straight threatened Tommy with a _topper_;
'Tis all my eye! no _claret_ flows,
No _facers_ sound--no smashing blows--
Five minutes pass, yet not a _hit_,
How can it end, pals?--vait a bit.
_Ri, tol, lol, &c._

Each cove vas _teazed_ with double duty,
To please his backers, yet _play booty_;[103]
Ven, luckily for Jem, a _teller_
Vos planted right upon his _smeller_;
Down dropped he, stunned; ven time vas called,
Seconds in vain the _seconds_ bawled;
The _mill_ is o'er, the crosser _crost_,
The loser's _von_, the vinner's _lost_!
_Ri, tol, lol, &c._

The party assumed once more a lively air, and the glass was circulated
so freely, that at last a final charge drained the ample bowl of its
contents.

"The best of friends must part," said Dick; "and I would willingly order
another whiff of punch, but I think we have all had _enough to satisfy
us_, as you milling coves have it, Zory! Your one eye has got a drop in
it already, old fellow; and, to speak the truth, I must be getting into
the saddle without more delay, for I have a long ride before me. And
now, friend Jerry, before I start, suppose you tip us one of your merry
staves; we haven't heard your pipe to-day, and never a cross cove of us
all can throw off so prime a chant as yourself. A song! a song!"

"Ay, a song!" reiterated King and the Magus.

"You do me too much honor, gemmen," said Jerry, modestly, taking a pinch
of snuff; "I am sure I shall be most happy. My chants are all of a sort.
You must make all due allowances--hem!" And, clearing his throat, he
forthwith warbled

THE MODERN GREEK

(_Not_ translated from the Romaic.)

Come, gemmen, name, and make your game,
See, round the ball is spinning.
Black, red, or blue, the colors view,
_Une_, _deux_, _cinque_, 'tis beginning,
Then make your game,
The color name,
While round the ball is spinning.

This sleight of hand my _flat_ shall _land_
While _covered_ by my _bonnet_,[104]
I _plant_ my ball, and boldly call,
Come make your game upon it!
Thus rat-a-tat!
I land my flat!
'Tis black--not red--is winning