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182 I answer "If that ruffian Jones
 * Should recognise me here,

He'd bellow out my name in tones
 * Offensive to the ear:

He chaffs me so on being stout (A thing that always puts me out)."

Ah me! I see him on the cliff!
 * Farewell, farewell to hope,

If he should look this way, and if
 * He's got his telescope!

To whatsoever place I flee, My odious rival follows me!

For every night, and everywhere,
 * I meet him out at dinner;

And when I've found some charming fair,
 * And vowed to die or win her,

The wretch (he's thin and I am stout) Is sure to come and cut me out!

The girls (just like them!) all agree
 * To praise J. Jones, Esquire: