Your skull shall follow next, I trow!
Doctor, stand fast! your strength collect! Be prompt, and do as I direct. Out
with your whisk, keep close, I pray, I'll parry! do you thrust away!
The devil fights for you! Why how is this? my hand's already lamed!
There! Now the lubber's tamed! But quick, away! We must at once take
wing; A cry of murder strikes upon the ear; With the police I know my course
to steer, But with the blood - ban 'tis another thing.
They rail and scuffle, scream and fight!