Chapter II

She wore a wreath of roses
The night that first we met,
I went to call her carriage--
Ne’er that night can I forget.
I held the door a moment,
And, as she stepped inside,
I sneaked her lovely bracelet,
And round the corner guyed.

The next time that I met her
’Twas in the busy Strand;
She wore a hat and feathers,
And her purse was in her hand.
I saw it in a moment,
And methinks I see her now
As I snatched her purse and hooked it
Ere she’d time to make a row.

Yet once again I saw her--
It was in the witness-box--
A fashionable bonnet
Adorned her golden locks.
She looked at me a moment,
Then said what she’d to say;
And that is why they sent me
To gloomy Holloway.