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Then he cocked his big eye with a playful wink,
And roared out, "What 'll you take to drink?"
"Well," Jack replied, "I 'll tell you what,
I think I should n't mind a pot;
But, nunky,—could you be so kind?-
I wish I had those traps behind
The nest wherein you take your nap:-
That seedy coat and tattered cap;
That ancient sword, of blade right rusty;
And those old high-lows all so dusty,
That look as though for years they'd been
In pop-shop hung, or store marine;
No other meed I ask than those,
So may I have the sword and clothes? "
"Jack," said the Giant, "yes, you may,
And let them be a keepsake, pray;
They 're queer, and would n't suit a 'gent;'
But what to use is ornament?
The sword will cut through hardest stuff,
The cap will make you up to snuff,—
Worth something more than 'eight and six,'—
The shoes will carry you like 'bricks,'
At pace outspeeding swiftest stalkers-
(They were a certain Mr. Walker's);
The coat excels art's best results,
Burckhardt outvies, out-Stultzes Stultz;
No mortal man, whate'er his note,
Was ever seen in such a coat;
For when you put it on your shoulders
You vanish, straight, from all beholders!"
"Well, hang it! surely you, old chap,
Had not got on your knowing cap
When you proposed last night to hide,
Or you the magic coat had tried:
You might have strapped it on your back
So thought, but said not, cunning Jack,
Thanked his three-headed relative,
And toddled, whistling "Jack's Alive."
VI.
His cap of wit, the Giant's gift,
Informed him where the Prince to find;
And he has donned his "Walker's" swift,
And, leaving chough and crow behind,
His Royal Highness soon has joined.
"Jack," said the Prince, for fun agog,
"Get up behind, you jolly dog!"