English poem
Iii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
The sixth is a file-cly that not one cully spares, The seventh a budge to track softly upstairs; The eighth is a bulk, that can bulk any hick, If the master be nabbed, then the bulk he is sick, The ninth is an angler, to lift up a grate If he sees but the lurry his hooks he will bait. Toure you well, etc.