5
He started home, and knock’d at the door.
His wife her abuse began to make ;
He turn’d a small peg, and before
He’d time to think, she fell on the floor.
With policemen soon his room was fill’d.
For every one he nearly kill’d ;
For the soldier’s arm had been so drill’d,
That once in action, it couldn’t be still’d,
They took him at length before the mayor,
His arm kept moving all the while there ;
The mayor cried, “ shake your fist if you dare,”
When the steam arm knock’d him out of his chair
This raised in court a bit of clamour.
The arm going like on auctioneer’s hammer ;
It fell in weight like a paviour’s rammer,
And many with fear began to stammer,
He was lock’d in a cell from doing harm,
To satisfy those who had still a qualm,
When all at once they heard an’ alarm,
Down fell the walls, and out popp’d the arm.
He soon escap’d and reach’d his door,
And knock’d by steam raps half a score ;
