.... Our Smith was not a Captain bold, As was that wicked man of old. He never lived in country quarters; He never had a use for garters. No man on earth our Smith can tax With having lived at Halifax . He drank his ratifia, 'tis true, And took it with a relish, too; But then I've heard him swear quite gally, He never heard of poor Miss Bailry. That will do for a beginning.