They are playing the deuce with your things, ~Bloudie Jacke~! There's your Cupid is broken in two, And so too, between us, is Each of your Venuses, The "Antique" ones you bought of the Jew, And the new One, George Robins swears came from St. Cloud. The CALLIPYGE'S injured behind, ~Bloudie Jacke~! The DE MEDICI'S injured before; And the ANADYOMENE 's injured in so many Places, I think there's a score, If not more, Of her fingers and toes on the floor. They are hunting you up stairs and down, ~Bloudie Jacke~! Every person to pass is forbid, While they turn out the closets And all their deposits-- "There's the dust-hole--come lift up the lid!"-- So they did-- But they could not find where you were hid! Ah! Ah!--they will have you at last, ~Bloudie Jacke~! The chimneys to search they begin;-- They have found you at last!-- There you are, sticking fast, With your knees doubled up to your chin, Though you're thin! --Dear me! what a mess you are in!-- What a terrible pickle you're in, ~Bloudie Jacke~! Why, your face is as black as your hat! Your fine Holland shirt Is all over dirt! And so is your point-lace cravat! What a Flat To seek such an asylum as that! They can scarcely help laughing, I vow, ~Bloudie Jacke~! In the midst of their turmoil and strife; You're not fit to be seen!-- You look like Mr. Kean In the play, where he murders his wife!-- On my life You ought to be scraped with a knife! They have pull'd you down flat on your back, ~Bloudie Jacke~! They have pull'd you down flat on your back! And they smack, and they thwack, Till your "funny bones" crack, As if you were stretched on the rack, At each thwack!-- Good lack! what a savage attack! They call for the Parliament Man, ~Bloudie Jacke~! And the Hangman, the matter to clinch, And they call for the Judge, But others cry "Fudge!-- Don't budge Mr. Calcraft,[43] an inch! Mr. Lynch![44] Will do very well at a pinch!" It is useless to scuffle and cuff, ~Bloudie Jacke~! It is useless to struggle and bite! And to kick and to scratch! You have met with your match, And the Shrewsbury Boys hold you tight, Despite Your determined attempts "to shew fight."