I know a boy; his name ’s my last

I know a boy; his name ’s my last. And yet he is my first, Because of all the scamps I know, He really is the worst.

I saw him tumble down to-day And on the pavement roll; I saw him fight another boy, I saw him get my whole.

His old cap was my whole, I think; A tattered coat he had, And yet, withal, he seemed to be A very merry lad.