And socked him into prison.
He went on bout a piece of brass,
A stove-lid or a sumpin',
But I shut him up and rubbed him down
With a real old solid thumpin',
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He went before a magistrate,
And much they meditated,
Examined, re-examined and
Cross-questioned and debated.
They sat on that poor "cullud" man,
(He visibly grew thinner),
Until the verdict was announced
About the hour of dinner.
They did not send him off to jail,
They did not hang him, even,
But turned him over to the Prof.,
To go to Greek 11.