It's hinges and clasps are of gold, ~Bloudie Jacke~! And of gold are its keyhole and key, And the drawers within Have each a gold pin, And they're number'd with 1, 2, and 3, You may see All the figures in gold filigree! Number 1's full of emeralds green, ~Bloudie Jacke~! Number 2's full of diamond and pearl; But what does she see In drawer Number 3 That makes all her senses to whirl, Poor Girl! And each lock of her hair to uncurl?-- Wedding Fingers are sweet pretty things, ~Bloudie Jacke~! To salute them one eagerly strives, When one kneels to "propose"-- It's another _quelque chose_ When cut off at the knuckles with knives From our wives, They are tied up in bunches of fives. Yet there they lie, one, two, three, four! ~Bloudie Jacke~! There lie they, five, six, seven, eight! And by them, in rows, Like eight little Great-Toes, To match in size, colour, and weight! From their state, It would seem they'd been sever'd of late. Beside them are eight Wedding-rings, ~Bloudie Jacke~! And the gold is as thin as a thread-- "Ho! ho!--She is mine-- This will make up the Nine!"-- Dear me! who those shocking words said?-- --She fled To hide herself under the bed. But, alas! there's no bed in the room, ~Bloudie Jacke~! And she peeps from the window on high; Only fancy her fright And the terrible sight Down below, which at once meets her eye! "Oh My!!" She half utter'd,--but stifled her cry. For she saw it was You and your Man, ~Bloudie Jacke~! And she heard your unpleasant "Haw! haw!" While her sister, stone dead, By the hair of her head, O'er the bridge you were trying to draw, As she saw-- A thing quite contra-ry to law! Your man has got hold of her heels, ~Bloudie Jacke~! ~Bloudie Jacke!~ you've got hold of her hair!-- But nor ~Jacke~ nor his Man Can see young Mary-Anne, She has hid herself under the stair, And there Is a horrid great Dog, I declare! His eyeballs are bloodshot and blear, ~Bloudie Jacke~! He's a sad ugly cur for a pet; He seems of the breed Of that "Billy," indeed, Who used to kill rats for a bet; --I forget How many one morning he ate.