Oh, he made me feel a ten-times swab, I can tell you.

And when I said I didn't want you to marry an uncaught criminal, he just looked me over and said, 'You've sown your wild oats.

As your partner, I am sponsor for your respectability.' I knew what that meant, knew he'd stand by me through thick and thin, whatever turned up.

It was the official seal with a vengeance, for what Fletcher Hill says goes in these parts.

But it went against the grain, little new chum.